My Husband Said His Student Was More Important Than His Pregnant Wife Until I Asked for Divorce novel Chapter 75

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The moment the car stopped, Julian was already out of the car, Tiffany’s condition, the appointment, all of it

gone from his mind. He went straight to Clara’s office.

He pushed the door open and stopped short. There was a stranger behind Clara’s desk.

There had always been a photo on that desk, the three of them, taken years ago. It was gone now. The

surface was bare.

Julian’s throat tightened. “I need to speak with Dr. Vance,” he said, his voice coming out steadier than he felt.

Julian had assumed the suspension was temporary, just a formality. He’d already spoken to the hospital

administration about having her reinstated within a week.

The man looked up from his desk. “Dr. Vance resigned.”

Why would she resign?” Julian muttered, almost to himself.

The man shrugged. “The hospital offered to reinstate her. She turned it down and walked away anyway.”

The lawyer’s call that morning came rushing back. Divorce papers. And now this.

This wasn’t a tantrum. This wasn’t some game to get his attention. She meant every word of it. Clara

wouldn’t have walked away from a career she’d spent years building just to prove a point.

And yet his ego still pushed back. He stared the man down. “Did she put you up to this?”

She’d made a scene the first time, crying, pleading, demanding answers. But that had faded. Eventually she’d stopped bringing it up at all, stopped asking questions he didn’t want to answer. He’d taken that as

acceptance.

“Mr. Vance, I just transferred here last month. I don’t know anything about Dr. Vance beyond her personnel

file.”

There was nothing in the man’s face to grab onto, no guilt, no evasion, nothing.

Tiffany showed up with Leo a moment later. She took one look at Julian and frowned. “What happened? You

look like you just saw a ghost.”

Julian said nothing.

Leo grabbed his hand. “Dad, what’s wrong?”

Julian didn’t answer. Leo dropped his hand and pushed the office door open.

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“Mom? Are you in here?”

He stepped inside, then stopped short. His voice trailed off. A stranger was sitting at his mother’s desk.

Leo stood there for a moment, then quietly walked up to the man.

“Excuse me, do you know where my mom is?”

The man’s brow furrowed. He’d heard the whispers about Clara and Julian, the way the staff talked, that she was the one who’d broken up a home. And yet here was a little boy calling her Mom.

“Dr. Vance doesn’t work here anymore. She resigned.”

Leo stood very still. Then he turned and ran back to Julian.

“Dad, where’s Mom? The man says she left.”

Tiffany had heard enough. Her eyes darted between Leo and Julian’s ashen face, and the pieces snapped

into place.

“Julian,” Tiffany said slowly, “is Clara divorcing you?”

He rounded on her. “That’s not happening.”

“Dad,” Leo chimed in, perfectly repeating what he’d clearly been taught, “since Mom’s leaving anyway, I want Tiffany to be my mom instead.”

Julian stared at his son. The words were Leo’s, but they weren’t really his. He could hear Tiffany in every syllable. He wondered how long this brainwashing had been going on.

“Come on.” Tiffany took his arm and guided him down the corridor. “The appointment first. We’ll sort the rest

out later.”

Julian went with her. His mind was elsewhere.

His phone buzzed just outside the ultrasound room. His assistant’s voice,

“Mr. Vance, a package arrived for you this morning. I opened it to check the contents. Looks like some kind of legal document. Want me to scan and forward It?”

Legal agreement. Julian’s chest tightened. The divorce papers, they’d already sent them.

He had his assistant forward it immediately. But when the file loaded, it wasn’t the divorce agreement. It was something older, a prenuptial agreement.

The memory crept in, then hit him all at once. Before the wedding, he had drawn it up himself. Five years.

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He’d cover every cost of Clara’s mother’s treatment, whatever it took. And in return, Clara would marry him.

He’d backed her into a corner-not with a threat, but with leverage. He’d wanted Clara the moment he laid eyes on her, and he’d pursued her relentlessly. But conquest had a funny way of killing desire.

Once she was his, the thrill of the chase was gone, and Clara-steady, devoted, predictably boring-had begun to feel like a cage. That was when Tiffany came into the picture.

He’d been so consumed by Tiffany that the clause had completely slipped his mind. Five years. A hard expiration date. The contract was up. Clara didn’t need his permission to leave. She never had.

Julian’s legs almost gave out. He shrugged Tiffany’s hand off his arm.

“Don’t touch me.”

Tiffany hadn’t even processed the shift in his mood when Julian marched straight up to the clinic’s front

desk.

“Schedule a termination. As soon as possible.”

The color drained from Tiffany’s face.

“Julian.” Her voice dropped. “What did you just say?”

Julian let out a breath.

“Tiffany. We’re done.”

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