After Divorce, I Sold Anti-Ex Cards—He Bought Ten Chapter 10

After Divorce, I Sold Anti-Ex Cards—He Bought Ten Chapter 10

I froze for a split second. 

He had never said those three words before. 

It wasn’t that he couldn’t. 

He just never thought he needed to. 

Abby was stunned too. 

She looked at Julian. “Julian, why are you apologizing to her? She just humiliated you in front of everyone.” 

Julian kept his eyes on her. 

“She’s telling the truth.” 

Abby’s tears dried up in shock. 

“But I was just…” 

“Abby.” 

Julian cut her off. 

“After I got married, you shouldn’t have been calling me in the 

middle of the night.” 

“And I shouldn’t have answered.” 

“I shouldn’t have accepted the things you mailed.” 

“And I definitely shouldn’t have let Sadie sit there and just 

take it.” 

Abby looked like she’d been hit by a truck, she wobbled on her 

feet. 

“Are you blaming me now?” 

“I’m blaming myself.” 

He turned to look at me. 

For the first time, there was no excuse in his eyes. 

“Sadie, I used to think that as long as I didn’t cross the line, I wasn’t doing anything wrong.” 

“I only realized later that letting you swallow your pride over and over again—that was the wrong.” 

My grip on the menu board tightened. 

My chest felt like it had been pricked by a needle. 

It wasn’t touching. 

It was pain. 

A late apology isn’t redemption. 

It’s just ripping the old wound back open to make sure you know it actually bled back then. 

I set the menu board down. 

“Are you done?” 

Julian nodded. 

“If you’re done, take her and go.” 

Abby suddenly cried out, “Sadie, don’t be so smug! You think he’s acting like this because he loves you? He’s just guilty!” 

I turned back. 

“That’s still better than you.” 

“You waited all these years, and you didn’t even get his guilt.” 

Abby’s lips trembled. 

I didn’t look at her again. 

I closed up, locked the cart, and walked away. 

When I got home that night, I sat on the floor counting my cash. 

Mid–count, tears suddenly dropped onto the bills. 

I sat there for a long time. 

Then I wiped them away. 

Pathetic. 

I had won. 

But people aren’t computers. 

You can’t just hit “delete” and clear the cache of your memories. 

The next day, I posted a new menu item. 

New arrival: The Green Tea Detox Combo. 

It came with a bitter–gourd lemon tea, a super–spicy hot dog, and a card. 

The card read: If he’s married, stay away. If he’s off the market, stop dreaming. 

After reading it, Daisy laughed until she hit the floor. 

“Boss, you really don’t care who you piss off.” 

“Oh, I care,” I said. 

“Then why add it?” 

“Being scared doesn’t stop me from making money.”