Broken Vows and Buried Twins novel Chapter 192

His voice was low, deep, and magnetic—the kind of voice that could easily sweet-talk any woman into a dizzying romance.

It was just a shame such a voice belonged to Julian Weston.

What a complete waste.

Hester looked at him, taking in the absolute certainty and confidence in his eyes. She suddenly couldn't help but ask herself: why had she ever loved this man so obsessively?

He really wasn't all that.

Stripped of her romantic filter, Hester realized she could face him without feeling a shred of sorrow or anger.

All those turbulent emotions seemed to have vanished into thin air.

She looked at Julian and smiled, though it didn't reach her eyes. "Julian, what exactly are you trying to prove with all this?"

He froze.

"If you need an ego boost, you don't have to cling to me. I admit, you're incredibly charming. Seraphina, Melody, and countless other women in Northwood City would gladly throw themselves at you."

"Hester, shut up!" he snapped coldly. "I'm your husband. Do you really think it's appropriate to say things like that?"

Hester raised an elegant eyebrow. "Just my soon-to-be ex-husband."

His jaw tightened. The look he gave her suggested he wanted to devour her alive.

"Provoking me right now won't do you any good, Hester."

"Oh, whatever you say," she replied with complete indifference. "We clearly can't communicate anyway. It's a waste of breath."

Julian was stunned.

Compared to her fighting back, this dismissive, apathetic attitude was infinitely harder for him to handle.

He would rather she scream and argue with him.

But it was as if she could read his mind and purposefully chose to do the exact opposite of what he wanted.

"Don't think I won't do anything just because you're pregnant."

He didn't believe it.

There was no way she could just fall asleep right after a massive argument!

How could she truly not care at all?

But a few minutes later, reality slapped him in the face.

In the quiet room, he could clearly hear the steady, even rhythm of her breathing.

She had actually fallen asleep.

The main bedroom lights were still on.

Yet Hester had simply drifted off!

Julian felt as if a heavy block of lead had settled on his chest, making it hard to breathe.

In the past, whenever they fought, Hester had always been the one desperately trying to fix things, to communicate.