After Divorce, I Sold Anti-Ex Cards—He Bought Ten Chapter 06

After Divorce, I Sold Anti-Ex Cards—He Bought Ten Chapter 06

I got it. 

I hung up and sat on the low stool in my apartment, staring at the boxes piled in the corner. 

At that moment, saying I didn’t feel wronged would be a lie. 

I didn’t steal. I didn’t break any law. 

I was just selling food, making a joke, and earning a living. 

But some people just couldn’t stand to see you smile after leaving them. 

They didn’t necessarily love you. 

But they definitely hated that you stopped bowing down. 

I messaged Millie to tell her I wasn’t setting up tonight. 

She called back instantly. 

“Why not? If you lost your spot, just set up on my side. I’ll make room!” 

My heart warmed. “Millie, you’ll get in trouble.” 

“Screw the trouble! I’ve been selling tea here for ten years. I’ve seen it all. Just come over, I’ve got your back.” 

My nose stung. 

Just as I was about to speak, there was a knock at the door. 

I thought it was a delivery. 

I opened it and saw Julian standing there. 

My first instinct was to slam the door. 

He spoke before I could move, his voice hurried. “It wasn’t 

me.” 

I held onto the doorframe. “What wasn’t you?” 

“The complaint. It wasn’t me.” 

I sneered. “You’re fast.” 

“The landlord called me.” 

“Oh, so the spot is linked to you too.” 

My stomach turned. 

“Julian, you said you wouldn’t bother me, and then you went and blocked my path?” 

His brows furrowed. ” That market… it’s property I acquired 

from a friend a while back. I didn’t know you were there.” 

“Well, you know now.” 

“I didn’t have anyone run you off.” 

“What about your mother? Your sister?” 

He was silent. 

I laughed. “See? There it is again.” 

“You never push me yourself.” 

“You just don’t stop others from doing it.” 

His expression shifted the moment I said it. 

I didn’t want to look at him anymore. 

“Julian, I don’t want to fight today.” 

“Leave.” 

He didn’t leave. 

He pulled a piece of paper from his pocket. 

“A new spot.” 

I glanced down at it. 

It was the prime corner of the market, highest foot traffic, and the most expensive rent. 

I didn’t take it. 

“Charity?” 

“Compensation.” 

“I don’t want it.” 

“Sadie Simpkins.” 

It was the first time he used my full name in that desperate, 

urgent tone. 

“Can you stop assuming the worst of everything I say?” 

I looked up at him. 

“Do you know how I used to think of you?” 

He didn’t speak. 

I stared into his eyes, hitting every word. 

“I used to think you were just busy. That you just didn’t know how to express yourself, that you didn’t know I was hurting.” 

“I made excuses for you for three years.” 

“Then I finally realized.” 

“If someone actually cares about you, they won’t make you 

spend every single day wondering if they even love you.” 

I assume the worst of him? 

I just thought too highly of him for too long. 

Julian’s hand slowly dropped. 

He crumpled the paper in his grip. 

I shut the door. 

The moment it clicked, I leaned against the door panel and listened. There wasn’t a sound from outside for a long time. 

A few minutes later, my phone rang. 

It was the landlord. 

His voice was ten times more polite than it was in the morning. “Ms. Sadie, I’m so sorry. It was a misunderstanding. Go ahead and set up as usual tonight, and I’ll waive your rent 

for three months.”