Divorce Countdown (Amelia and Julian) novel Chapter 5

Divorce Count Down Chapter 05

Julian didn’t understand what she meant and was just about to ask when his phone rang again.

When he saw who was calling, he hesitated for a moment, then went to the hallway to answer it.

When he returned half an hour later, the door was slightly ajar, and Amelia’s voice could be heard from inside.

“Yeah, I’ll wait until the divorce waiting period ends. I’ve got fifteen days left before I’m finally free.”

The image of that property division agreement suddenly flashed through his mind.

Thinking of what she had said earlier, Julian’s heart skipped a beat as he stormed into the ward.

“A waiting period? Who’s getting divorced?”

Amelia never expected him to return.

Luckily, Stella happened to enter, and Amelia pointed at her, trying not to panic.

“Stella. She’s the one getting divorced.”

Stella glanced at both of them and quickly nodded, playing along.

“That’s right, I’m getting divorced, and the process started not too long ago.”

Julian never took the time to get to know Amelia, so he wasn’t familiar with her friends either.

Although he had met Stella twice, he didn’t know her well. As such, he frowned when he heard that.

“Why didn’t you come to me instead?”

Stella wasn’t a good liar and stuttered awkwardly.

Seeing this, Amelia quickly jumped in to explain.

“You were busy with Lizzie’s divorce. I was afraid you had too much on your plate, so I didn’t bother asking you.”

As soon as she mentioned Elizabeth, Julian grew uneasy and stopped questioning them.

“If anything happens in the future, you can come to me.”

Although she had managed to cover things up, Amelia felt restless.

With his professional habits and sharp instincts, there was no way Julian wouldn’t notice something unusual behind all this.

But as long as it involved Elizabeth, it was like he lost all reason and judgment, throwing everything else aside.

No matter what, Elizabeth would always come first.

Meanwhile, Amelia was stuck in second place, never the one to be loved.

Fortunately, she had finally come to her senses. She no longer wanted to hang around and wait for him foolishly.

Instead of reminding Julian of his promise or exposing his lie, she replied softly, “Where are you? How long will you be there?”

“It’s been two days. I’ll probably be back tomorrow.”

Amelia hummed in response, reminded him to take good care, then hung up.

After booking a car for herself, she stood by the road, opened her calendar, and counted the days left until the divorce.

In ten more days, she would finally be free.

By then, the world would be her oyster, and she’d live freely on her own terms.

She couldn’t care less if no one was here to pick her up from the hospital.

Why did that matter, anyway?