We Are Officially Divorced novel Chapter 3

Chapter 3

That afternoon my computer decided to die on me right in the middle of a deadline. To finish on time, I borrowed Julian’s laptop.

While the files were transferring, a notification popped up on his screen. I clicked it without thinking-it was from the law firm group chat.

“Jules, dinner at the firm tonight. Bring your girlfriend this time?”

My hand trembled a tiny bit when I read it.

Three

years married, and he still hadn’t told anyone at work we were together. To them he was single. Always had been.

That’s why nobody recognized me when I showed up at his firm for the divorce consultation. I was just another random woman to them.

Would he actually bring me tonight? Would he finally admit I existed?

I didn’t know and didn’t dare hope.

Next to her, Julian saw the same message on his phone. He immediately looked up at me, as if trying to read my expression.

I forced a small smile.

“You going to take me to dinner tonight?”

It was a direct question. After three years, would he finally admit I’m his wife in front of people?

He opened his mouth, but nothing came out.

That silence-it felt like someone had stabbed a knife into my chest and was slowly twisting it

around.

I swallowed that pain down, pretended it didn’t bother me.

“I already made plans anyway,” I said, keeping my voice light. “Even if you wanted to bring me, I probably wouldn’t have time.”

His shoulders relaxed a little. The tension drained from his face.

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“I’ll bring you next time, okay?”

I didn’t answer.

Next time? There won’t be a next time, Julian.

That night Julian went to the dinner alone.

A bunch of drunk coworkers swarming him the second he walked in.

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“Three years, man, and we’ve never met this mysterious girlfriend of yours. Not cool, Jules!”

“Why’re you hiding her? How long you gonna keep her a secret like some treasure?”

They kept pushing. Finally he gave in, unlocked his phone.

He had to choose-right then and there-between Elizabeth and me.

After hesitating for a minute, he tapped on the first name and sent her a message.

Not long after, Elizabeth showed up.

The second she walked in, the whole room lit up. Everyone buzzing, complimenting his “taste,” laughing, toasting.

After several rounds of drinks, Lewis excused himself to use the restroom. He handed an envelope to Julian and asked him to take it downstairs to a woman.

After several rounds of drinks, Lewis excused himself to use the restroom. He handed an envelope to Julian and asked him to take it downstairs to a woman.

He waited and waited, but didn’t see anyone. Upon dialing the number, he realized he already had

it saved.

Julian froze when he saw my name.

He pulled the agreement out of the envelope and was about to look through it carefully when a pair of glaring headlights shone at him.

While shielding his eyes, he looked up and saw me.

Doubt flashed across his face instantly. He held up the papers.

“A property division agreement for divorce?” His voice was low, sharp. “Amelia, what the hell is this?”

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I hadn’t expected him to see it-not like this-but I lied calmly.

“Stella’s getting divorced,” I said evenly. “I helped her get in touch with Mr. Fitzroy.”

His frown deepened. He started to open the agreement to read it himself.

Before he could, a hand slid around his arm from behind.

“Jules, didn’t you say you were meeting a client? What’s taking so long?”

Elizabeth pressed in close-too close.

Julian panicked. He wouldn’t meet my eyes. Didn’t know how to explain. Worse-he didn’t push her away.

I was calmer than I expected.

I stepped forward, took the agreement out of his hand, and gave a small, polite bow.

“Thank you, Mr. Cohen,” I said, voice steady and clipped. “Since my friend’s busy dealing with her divorce, I need to get going.”

Then I turned and walked away.

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