My Husband Offered $100 Million to Buy Out Our Marriage Chapter 09

My Husband Offered $100 Million to Buy Out Our Marriage Chapter 09

After a long standoff, Julian ultimately didn’t let them smash 

the shop. 

He merely gave me a deep look. 

Then he took his people, got in the car, and left. 

I thought this matter would end just like this. 

I never expected that Julian would actually be so persistent. 

From that day on, he would come to the entrance of my 

flower shop every single day. 

Not arguing or making a fuss, just standing there quietly, or sitting on the steps by the road, looking into the shop. 

Through wind and sun, never missing a day. 

Sometimes when I opened the door early, I would see him 

curled up asleep on the steps, the exhaustion and 

haggardness in his eyes completely exposed. 

Sometimes when it rained, he wouldn’t hide, just letting the 

rain soak him, allowing the rainwater to drench his clothes 

and hair. 

The surrounding neighbors and regular customers were all 

discussing him animatedly. 

Some said he was my ex–husband, wanting to reconcile. 

Others said he was a madman, pestering me relentlessly. 

I was endlessly annoyed by his actions. 

That afternoon I walked to the door, looking at Julian sitting 

on the steps. 

“Julian, what exactly are you trying to do?” 

He looked up, gazing at me, a sliver of expectation in his 

eyes. 

“I want you to go back with me.” 

“Impossible.” 

I refused without hesitation. 

“Then I’ll just keep waiting here.” 

He was equally unhesitating. 

I looked at him, suddenly finding it a bit amusing. 

“Julian, you couldn’t possibly have fallen in love with me, 

right?” 

Hearing my words, Julian’s body stiffened slightly, his gaze darting away. 

He didn’t admit it, nor did he deny it. 

He merely lowered his head again, remaining silent. 

Days passed one by one, and Julian still came every day. 

Until Cassidy found her way here. 

She was heavily pregnant, her makeup exquisite, yet unable 

to conceal the hostility in her eyes. 

The moment she saw Julian, she walked over quickly. 

Grabbing his arm, her tone agitated. 

“Julian, you can’t treat me and the baby like this!!” 

“I don’t want anything, I just want to form a family with you! 

Julian!” 

Julian frowned, wanting to shake off her hand. 

“Why are you here?” 

“I came to take you home!” 

Cassidy’s face was covered in tears. 

“Julian, come back with me, the baby and I both need you!” 

I stood at the shop door, quietly watching this scene, finding 

it utterly ironic. 

A man like Julian would hurt whoever he was with. 

Julian’s tone was icy cold. 

“Cassidy, I told you long ago, we are already finished.” 

“I won’t keep this child; stop pestering me!” 

Cassidy said in disbelief. 

“What did you say?” 

“Julian Sterling, how can you be so heartless?” 

“This is your own flesh and blood!!” 

“This child has nothing to do with me.” 

When Julian said this, his gaze subconsciously looked toward 

me, as if wanting to see a trace of fluctuation on my face. 

But I just stood there quietly, my face devoid of any 

expression. 

Like I was watching a farce that had nothing to do with me. 

At that moment, Julian finally understood. 

I truly did not love him anymore. 

No matter what he did, no matter how much he tossed 

about, he could never win back my heart again. 

The obsession and anticipation on his face faded bit by bit. 

Replaced by deep loss and unwillingness. 

After a long time, he suddenly let out a cold laugh. 

“Fine, very well!” 

“Elara Vance, you’re amazing!” 

“You think you can live a great life after leaving me? Sooner 

or later there will come a day when you regret this!” 

He abruptly shook off Cassidy’s hand, turned, and walked 

away. 

His steps were resolute, without the slightest lingering 

attachment. 

Cassidy froze in place, then also chased after him. 

Not long after, I received a lawyer’s letter from Julian. 

He agreed to the divorce. 

The divorce procedures went very smoothly. 

When it came time to sign, Julian looked at me, his tone carrying a trace of almost imperceptible complexity. 

“Elara, I’ll say the same thing again, you will regret this.” 

I picked up the pen and signed my own name without 

hesitation. 

“I won’t regret it.” 

“Julian, from now on don’t appear in front of me, it’s bad 

luck.” 

I put down the pen, turned around, and left the County 

Clerk’s Office, never looking back. 

In the days that followed, I still kept watch over my flower shop, living a peaceful and stable life. 

I didn’t regret it; the person who regretted it was Julian. 

After the divorce, he and Cassidy completely fell out. 

He drank heavily all day, and his business also plummeted. 

Later, he got into a car accident, and the lower half of his body was directly paralyzed. 

As for Cassidy, she died from severe complications during labor, losing both herself and the baby. 

Once, I went back to my hometown to sweep my mother’s 

grave. 

Going down the mountain, from a distance I saw a man sitting in a wheelchair, his back view somewhat familiar. 

I stopped in my tracks, wanting to get a clear look. 

But by the time I got close, that figure had disappeared 

around the corner. 

I stood blankly for a moment, then immediately shook my head, turned around, and left. 

Perhaps I saw wrong. 

Or perhaps, it truly was Julian. 

However, none of this matters anymore. 

Our story had already ended in nothingness long ago.