After Divorce, I Sold Anti-Ex Cards—He Bought Ten Chapter 07

After Divorce, I Sold Anti-Ex Cards—He Bought Ten Chapter 07

I closed my eyes for a second. 

I didn’t need to guess who was behind this. 

I should have felt satisfied. 

Instead, I was just annoyed. 

I didn’t want to owe Julian a single thing. 

That night, I went to the market anyway. 

I didn’t take my old spot. 

I took the tiny sliver of space Millie had squeezed out for me 

next to her stand. 

She shifted her own sign aside. “Just set up here. Let’s see who dares to shut you down.” 

“I’ll pay you for the space,” I said. 

“Don’t worry about it. When you hit it big, you can treat me to 

a steak dinner.” 

The line formed the second I was set up. 

“Owner, are you still selling the combo?” someone asked. 

I nodded. “Yes.” 

“Can I still customize the card?” 

“Yep.” 

“Can you write ‘Good Riddance, Jerk‘?” 

“Sure.” 

“What about ‘No More Mother in Law Drama‘?” 

I paused. “That’ll be an extra five dollars.” 

The crowd erupted in laughter. 

I was slammed until nine, when someone shouted, “The 

ex–husband is here!” 

I looked up. 

Julian was standing just outside the crowd. 

He wasn’t wearing his usual clothes that screamed “wealth“. 

He had on a simple black jacket and was carrying two cases of 

bottled water. 

He didn’t try to shove his way to the front. 

He left the water by Millie’s stand and gave her a slight nod. “Please give these to her.” 

Millie blinked. “For Sadie?” 

“Yeah.” 

I immediately shouted, “I don’t want them!” 

Julian acted like he didn’t hear me. 

He turned and left. 

Clean, quick, without a word of protest. 

Someone in the crowd teased, “The ex–husband finally learned his lesson!” 

My face flushed, and I grabbed a hot dog. “Next!” 

But from that day on, he came every single night. 

He didn’t buy anything. 

He didn’t talk. 

Sometimes he’d drop off a case of water. 

Other times, it was a bag of disposable gloves. 

If it rained, he’d set up my canopy, then leave immediately. 

I refused every time. 

So he just made Millie take it. 

At first, Millie would lecture him, “Where were you before? Stop acting like a good guy now.” 

Julian never argued back. He just said, “You’re right.” 

Millie would come back to me, laughing so hard she’d slap the table. 

“That man looks like a dog being trained.” 

I kept a straight face. “Dogs are more obedient than him.” 

Millie laughed even louder.