The Only Color Left In His World Was Another Woman Chapter 05

Julian stared at the string of rejected calls on his 

phone. His expression grew increasingly irritated. 

He opened his messages and pulled up our 

conversation. 

His first messages were nothing but accusations. 

Julian: [Tessa, you’ve had a real attitude lately. 

Now you won’t even answer my calls?] 

Julian: [We’re talking about some old climbing 

gear and an outdated camera. Are you seriously 

still making such a big deal out of it?] 

Julian: [Fine. When we get back, I’ll take you 

shopping for replacements.] 

He kept our conversation open for a long time, 

waiting for a reply that never came. 

Despite himself, Julian began to feel uneasy. 

In all the years we’d been together, I’d always 

responded to his messages almost immediately, 

no matter how busy I was. 

Even when we were fighting and barely speaking, 

I’d never been able to ignore him for more than ten 

minutes. 

But now, a full thirty minutes had passed. 

For the first time, Julian had the unsettling feeling that something was slipping beyond his control. 

He was about to call his assistant and have him 

find out where I was when Brielle appeared, took 

his arm, and began coaxing him in her usual sweet 

voice. 

“Julian, I was going through the climbing gear, but 

I don’t understand half of it. Come show me what 

everything’s for.” 

Her hazel eyes sparkled as she smiled at him. 

Julian was captivated by the colors he could see 

in her face. 

He couldn’t bring himself to refuse her. 

“Okay,” he agreed. 

Still, he glanced down at his phone again. There 

was nothing new from me. 

He pressed his lips together, locked the screen, 

and tossed the phone onto the couch. 

Brielle had decided she wanted to climb Mount 

Norens on a whim. She didn’t know the first thing 

about mountaineering. 

She didn’t even understand the basics. 

As far as she was concerned, if I could do it, there 

was no reason she couldn’t. 

She had no idea how dangerous altitude sickness 

and hypothermia could be. 

Her suitcase was packed with cute dresses and strappy tops that would look good in Instagram photos. She decided the emergency thermal blankets and portable oxygen canisters were taking up space she needed for more makeup, so she secretly removed them. 

If Julian hadn’t caught her, they might not have made it halfway up the mountain, let alone reached the summit. 

Brielle wasn’t happy about being stopped. 

She sulked while Julian patiently explained why 

those supplies were essential. 

She pretended to agree. 

But the moment his attention was elsewhere, she 

took the supplies out again and hid them under 

the couch. 

Once they’d finished packing, they boarded a flight the following day for Vessera, a city famous for its 

snowy landscapes. 

They checked into the five–star Maravini Hotel, where they’d already made reservations. 

Their plan was to spend three days getting used 

to the local climate before attempting to climb 

Mount Norens. 

Five days had passed, and Julian still hadn’t 

managed to reach me. 

He couldn’t stand the uncertainty any longer. 

He instructed his assistant to go to my apartment 

and look for me. 

His assistant got back to him shortly afterward. 

Assistant: [Mr. Mercer, Ms. Rowan doesn’t live 

there anymore. The landlord says she ended her lease a week ago.] 

“…What?” 

Julian was stunned. 

I’d rented that apartment for nearly a decade. It 

held countless precious memories of our time 

together, right down to the smallest decorations. 

we’d picked out ourselves. 

Even after Julian had amassed a fortune and 

bought several beautiful houses and spacious 

luxury condos in my name, I couldn’t bear to leave 

that apartment. 

He knew how much the place meant to me. 

And now I’d walked away from it without looking 

back. 

Only then did Julian finally understand. 

I wasn’t throwing a tantrum or trying to compete 

for his attention. 

I really was leaving him.