Please Come Back, My Love novel Chapter 167

Chapter 167

Julian POV

The words hit me like a fucking freight train

“You’re right, Mom. Ethan and I should share a room. We’re together, after all.”

I watched Elena’s lips form those words. Watched her force that smile onto her face. Watched her lie through her teeth while standing three feet away from

Together.

The word echoed in my skull like a death knell.

My chest went cold. Not the kind of cold you feel when you step outside in winter-the kind that starts in your bones and spreads outward until your entire

body goes numb. Ice water in my veins. Concrete in my lungs.

They were going to share a room.

Share a fucking room.

I couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think. The lobby spun around me the warm lighting, the cozy furniture, the perky blonde receptionist who was already typing

their information into the system. Everything blurred except Elena’s face.

She wasn’t looking at me. She was looking at the receptionist, at her mother, at Ethan-anywhere but at me.

And Ethan. That son of a bitch had his arm around her waist like he owned hot.

Like she was his.

The rage came fast and vicious, flooding through the numbness. My hands clenched into fists at my sides. I wanted to rip his fucking arm off. I wanted to drag Elena away from him, lock her somewhere safe, make her understand that she was mine-

She hates you. She thinks you killed your own child. She wants nothing to do with you.

But the thought of her in a hotel room with him-in a bed with him-

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I couldn’t. I couldn’t fucking stand it.

“Have they already…?”

The question whispered through my mind like poison. Had she already slept with him? Was that why she looked so comfortable in his arms? Was that why Josephine was so quick to defend him, to call him “a good man”?

Less than a month. It’s been less than a month since the divorce.

But maybe it had started before that. Maybe while I was busy taking care of Victoria, Elena had been-

No

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may head, trying to clear the images. Elena wouldn’t. She wasn’t like that. She’d loved me for sixteen fucking years. She wouldn’t just

Except I’d giveft her every reason to stop loving me.

The receptionist handed over two key cards with a bright smile. “Room 304 for Ms. Vance and Mr. Blackwell. Room 306 for Mrs. Vance. Enjoy your stay!”

I watched Ethan take both cards. Watched him smile down at Elena like she was something precious.

I wanted to kill him.

They disappeared into the elevator-Elena, Ethan, and Josephine. I stood frozen in the lobby, my phone vibrating in my pocket. I didn’t answer it. Didn’t

move.

Room 304.

The number burned itself into my brain.

I waited exactly three minutes. Then I walked up to the front desk.

The blonde looked up with that same perky smile. ‘Can I help you, sir?”

“I need to speak with one of your guests,” I said, keeping my voice calm. Reasonable. “Elena Vance. She’s in room 304. Could you call up and let her know Julian is here to see her?”

“Of course!” She picked up the phone, dialing the room number. After a moment, she frowned. ‘I’m sorry, sir, but there’s no answer. Would you like to leave a

message?”

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