I Saw Comments Saying I Would Die Alone After the Fourth Divorce Chapter 03

I Saw Comments Saying I Would Die Alone After the Fourth Divorce Chapter 03

I rolled over in bed.

The comments were still streaming in, blowing up with arguments.

[What the fuck?? Why didn’t the villainess take the bait this time? Isn’t this supposed to be the fourth divorce arc in the original novel?!]

[The ML owes her dad too much to ask for the divorce himself. So what, the FL is just stuck as his secret side chick?? I literally can’t.]

[Relax, this villainess is dumb AND unhinged. All the FL has to do is push the right button and she’ll

blow up all over again.]

[Forget the villainess – look at the FL out here meeting clients with the ML!! Someone asked if she was Mrs. Vance, and he didn’t deny it. That’s basically confirmation, right?? lol]

So Julian really did have feelings for Audrey.

I looked away, my jaw tight.

But I wasn’t an idiot. I’d figured Juli

was only one person Julian opened

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his wallet for – his wife. Everyone

As long as I was wearing his ring, his credit cards were mine. I could buy out an entire wall of

Hermès and the man wouldn’t blink.

But the second we divorced? Because of our ironclad prenup, I walked away with nothing. I didn’t get a single cent.

Years married to Julian had wired my spending habits to a very specific tax bracket. A single spa weekend could run into the tens of thousands. My personal savings never lasted more than two

weeks.

That was exactly why I said yes every time he came back asking.

So this time, I was keeping my mouth shut. There was no way I was being the one to say it first.

If Julian wanted Audrey that badly, sooner or later he’d want to make it official.

All I had to do was wait.

I would let him be the one to ask for the divorce. Then I’d have every right to walk away with a real

settlement.

Until then, I was going to bleed his accounts dry and enjoy every second of it.

I sat up in bed, grabbed my phone, and booked an outrageously expensive wellness retreat without blinking.

The next morning, I woke up to a text from Julian.

[Won’t be home for dinner. Don’t wait up.]

I stared at the screen for a long moment.

Then I called Stella Brooks, my best friend.

Retail therapy was no fun alone. If I was burning through Julian’s money, I needed my best friend

riding shotgun.

I threw on something expensive and was out the door in twenty minutes.

After the spa, we were walking past a jewelry store when I stopped dead.

Stella swore under her breath beside me.

“Chloe isn’t that Julian? Who the hell is he with?”

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I followed her gaze.

It was Audrey.

She was leaning over the display case, trying on rings.

And Julian was right beside her, smiling at her in a way he’d never once smiled at me.

So that was his “don’t wait up.”