We Are Officially Divorced novel Chapter 5

Chapter 5

Julian opened his mouth to ask what I meant, but his phone rang.

He glanced at the screen, hesitated, then stepped into the hallway to take it.

Half an hour later he came back. The door was cracked open, and he heard me talking to Stella.

“Yeah, I’m waiting out the rest of the divorce waiting period. Fifteen days left and I’m finally free.”

The property agreement flashed through his mind. His heart skipped a beat as he burst into the

room.

“A waiting period? Who’s getting divorced?”

I hadn’t expected him to return.

Thank God Stella walked in right then. I pointed at her, trying to stay calm.

“Stella. She’s the one getting divorced.”

Stella glanced at both of us and quickly nodded.

“Yeah, that’s right. I’m getting divorce, and the process started not long ago.

”

Julian never took the time to get to know me, so he barely knew my friends too. He’d only met Stella twice and never really talked to her. He frowned when he heard that.

“Why didn’t you come to me instead?”

Stella wasn’t a good liar and started stammering.

I cut it right away.

“You were busy with Elizabeth’s case. I didn’t want to pile more on you.”

The second I mentioned Elizabeth, he got uncomfortable and stopped questioning me.

“If anything comes up in the future, come to me.

Although I managed to cover it, I still felt restless.

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He was a lawyer-he was really perceptive. There was no way he wouldn’t tell something was

wrong.

But the second Elizabeth was involved, he lost his mind completel, throwing everything else aside.

People always said love made people blind, and I finally understood what that meant.

I watched him typing fast on his phone, looking all anxious, and silently counted how much longer he’d stay.

By the time I counted to ten, Julian stood up and found an excuse to leave.

“Lia, something came up at the firm. I’ve gotta go. When are you discharged? I’ll come pick you up.”

I knew it was a lie, but I didn’t care anymore.

“Five days later.

”

The day I got out of the hospital, I waited from morning till night. He never showed up.

When I opened Instagram, Elizabeth had posted pictures from the beach.

I called him.

Before I could say anything, the sound of crashing waves gave away his whereabouts.

He still tried to play it cool.

“Lia, I’m on a business trip in Miami. What’s up?”

Of course he’d forgotten to pick me up.

No matter what, Elizabeth always came first. I was always second place-never the one who

mattered.

But I was finally done waiting like an idiot.

Instead of calling him out, I just asked softly, “Where are you? How long will you be there?”

“Been here two days. Probably back tomorrow.”

I hummed, told him to take care, and hung up.

I booked a car, stood by the curb, opened my calendar, and counted the days left.

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Ten more. Then I would finally be free.

The world would be mine again. I’d live on my own terms.

I couldn’t care less if no one was here to pick me up from the hospital.

Why did that matter, anyway?

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