The brothers who fought for me (by Levi Bennett) novel Chapter 9

**A Promise Lost Between Two Worlds by Jaxon Hale Ryder**
**Chapter 9**

Thirteen long hours had passed since Ezekiel disembarked from the plane, yet it felt like an eternity. The bustling airport had faded into the background as he finally made his way to the hotel. Berlin had just been graced with a refreshing rain shower, leaving the night air crisp and invigorating. As he returned to his room, he barely noticed the weight of his luggage; his mind was already racing ahead.

Without a moment’s hesitation, Ezekiel fished out his phone, urgency coursing through him. He needed to make things right with Juliette. “Listen, I need you to do something for me,” he said, his voice tinged with desperation. “Order 999 Juliet roses—yes, 999! They need to be the freshest blooms available, and I want them delivered to the villa tonight.”

He paused for a moment, his heart pounding. “And don’t forget to get a dark chocolate mousse cake from La Maison du Chocolat. Make sure it’s less sweet; Juliette can’t stand anything too sugary.”

“And, um,” he added, almost as an afterthought, “make sure to send over that emerald necklace we picked up at the auction last week.”

On the other end, his friend hesitated, the silence stretching uncomfortably. “Mr. Powell, there’s something you should know… Juliette seems to…”

Ezekiel’s brow furrowed, impatience creeping into his voice. “If there’s something to say, then just say it!”

The hesitation lingered, and finally, the voice on the line stammered, “Mr. Powell, perhaps you should check WhatsApp.”

A strange weight settled in Ezekiel’s chest, a sense of foreboding that he couldn’t shake off. He quickly switched to WhatsApp, and his heart sank as he was bombarded with a barrage of messages, each one more alarming than the last.

“Mr. Powell, congratulations on your breakup with Juliette!”
“Congrats, Mr. Powell! Welcome back to freedom!”

A chill enveloped him, creeping through his veins like ice water. His fingers trembled as he clicked on a message, revealing a screenshot of Juliette’s Instagram. It was a post from over ten hours ago, showcasing the skyline from an airplane window. The caption was painfully succinct: “The marriage is over. From now on, the mountains and rivers are far, and I am free.”

Those mere dozen words struck him like a sledgehammer, leaving him cold and breathless. Ezekiel’s voice quivered as he whispered, “What does she mean by this?”

Was it truly possible that Juliette wanted a divorce simply because he had left her behind for a day? Had he spoiled her so thoroughly that she could not bear the thought of waiting?

“Check the status of my marriage registration with her,” Giovanni commanded, urgency lacing his tone.

Dennis nodded and promptly exited the suite, leaving Giovanni alone with his racing thoughts. Twenty minutes passed in an agonizing silence, the only sound the relentless ticking of the clock, each tick echoing the weight of the moment.

Giovanni’s eyes were glued to his phone screen, knuckles white from the tension of his grip. The details of the divorce application were laid bare before him, each step of the process meticulously outlined. His gaze landed on the application date, and a sickening realization washed over him.

It was the day after he had taken Leilani home while posing as Ezekiel.

So, Juliette had known about the identity switch. Not only that, but she had wielded the divorce agreement he had signed to sever their ties for good.

The thought struck him like a lightning bolt, shattering his composure. He shot to his feet, urgency flooding his voice as he ordered, “Book the earliest flight back home, immediately!”