My Husband Offered $100 Million to Buy Out Our Marriage Chapter 04

My Husband Offered $100 Million to Buy Out Our Marriage Chapter 04

As the words fell, Julian burst into laughter.

“Elara, have you lost your mind over money?”

“This broken box is that expensive? What was in it—it couldn’t possibly have been a human life, could it?”

I gripped the shards of the urn in my palm, a lump in my throat.

Cassidy laughed along, her voice playful.

“I’m so sorry, Ms. Vance, but Julian can’t give you that billion.”

“Because he just bought ten diamonds from South Africa for my birthday crown, each diamond was $100 million, exactly a billion.”

The last shred of my sanity snapped completely.

The shards sliced into my palm, drawing blood.

I surged to my feet and lunged at Cassidy’s face with the shard.

Unfortunately, I was a step too slow.

Julian quickly shielded her and pushed me away with force.

I stumbled backward, crashing hard against the railing, blood pouring from my forehead.

Julian didn’t react at all, frantically checking if Cassidy was okay.

Cassidy shrank into his arms, carefully shielding her stomach.

“Julian, my stomach hurts, the baby will be okay, won’t it?”

I looked up in shock, staring at Cassidy’s abdomen in disbelief.

She immediately panicked.

“Julian, what do we do? She knows about the baby.”

“She looks so scary, she wouldn’t hurt the baby, would she?”

Julian turned back, his eyes filled with thick suspicion.

“Elara, I’ll give you one more chance, name your price.”

Countless emotions, like venomous vines, surged from all directions to pierce my heart.

At that moment, whether it was a billion or $100 million.

I didn’t want any of it.

I only wanted to vanish from Julian’s world forever.

Because I didn’t speak, Julian believed Cassidy even more.

Convinced I would harm her unborn child, his voice turned frigid.

“Elara, I’m giving you three days to give me a satisfactory answer.”

“Don’t forget, your mother is still in the hospital.”

He doesn’t even know my mother is dead.

He even trampled my mother’s ashes under his feet.

I laughed until I cried, watching him carefully carry Cassidy away.

The massive estate was left to me alone.

Ignoring the wound on my forehead, I knelt on the floor to scoop my mother’s ashes into a temporary urn, my eyes dull and grey.

After packing my ID and bank cards, I took off the engagement ring I had worn for five years.

The moment I set it down, the echoes of Julian’s proposal promises rang in my ears.

“Elara, give me a chance, let me protect you for the rest of your life, okay?”

Turns out, “for the rest of your life” is such a short time.

In the dead of night, I took only one bag and stepped out of the house.

Two bodyguards suddenly appeared, forced me into a car, and took me to a psychiatric hospital.

I fought with everything I had, but the guards were indifferent.

“Mr. Sterling said he’s giving you three days.”

“In three days, if you still haven’t softened, you’ll stay here for the rest of your life.”

With that, the door slammed shut with a heavy ‘thud.’

I pounded on the door, screaming curses.

Until I lost my voice, the guards still never opened the door.

I was locked in that asylum for three days and nights, but it felt like three centuries.

During those three days, the people I saw most were doctors.

Whenever I was on the verge of a breakdown or became hysterical, doctors would pin me to the bed and force various drugs into me.

As soon as they left, the room returned to a deathly silence.

Only the incoherent wailing of patients from neighboring rooms remained to grind away at my last line of defense over and over.

I was truly going insane.

I even began to hallucinate.

I actually saw my mother looking at me with a pained expression.

“Elara, how did you end up like this?”

I also saw the young Julian.

He stood by my hospital bed, gently stroking the top of my head.

“Elara, when you get better, I’ll take you to see the hydrangea fields you love so much.”

On the morning of the fourth day, the medication wore off.

I opened my eyes groggily to see a bouquet of hydrangeas come into view.

For a split second, I thought the young Julian had come to get me.

Until I saw the cold-faced man standing by the bed.

“Have you decided?”

I slowly sat up, my face a mask of numbness.

“I have.”

Julian nodded in satisfaction.

“How much money will it take for you to accept this child?”

“Rest assured, after the child is born, I’ll come home as usual, nothing will change…”

“One dollar.”

I quietly cut off his rambling.