"Hit me, then. Stella, as long as you stop being angry, you can hit me however you want. I won't dodge, and I won't fight back."
As long as she didn't leave him or talk about ending the marriage, she could do whatever she pleased.
Stella paused and thought about it. Wait, if she divorced Julius, the prenup dictated that he would leave with nothing. That meant the Imperial Gardens property would belong entirely to her. If anyone was moving out, it should be him.
"Fine, I won't leave. But you need to let me go first."
Hearing her promise not to go, Julius finally released his grip.
"I'll stay, but once the divorce is finalized, you're the one moving out. You're walking away empty-handed, which means this house belongs to me."
She actually quite liked the house and had grown accustomed to living here.
"Alright, we'll talk about it when the time comes." He had no intention of agreeing to the divorce anyway. He would stall for as long as humanly possible.
"Tonight, you're sleeping in the guest room. The master bedroom is mine. No arguments."
"Fine. Whatever you want." As long as she stayed, he would agree to anything.
She returned to the master bedroom and locked the door behind her.
She was genuinely worried Julius might play dirty and sneak in during the middle of the night.
But after she showered and lay down, she tossed and turned, completely unable to fall asleep.
This bed held far too many beautiful memories of her and Julius.
Thinking back on every little moment since they had gotten married, she had to admit—he had truly put his heart into this marriage.
And somewhere along the way, she had genuinely fallen in love with him.
Would she be able to get used to a life without him after they divorced?
It would probably hurt like hell at first.
Her resolve began to waver.
She replayed everything he had told her tonight. The more she thought about it, the more something felt wrong.
Since Faye was clearly a manipulative schemer, was it possible that setting Julius up had been premeditated?
Furthermore, given Julius's sheer willpower and tolerance, an ordinary aphrodisiac wouldn't have been enough to render him completely helpless. Unless she had slipped him a heavy sedative.

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