My Husband Offered $100 Million to Buy Out Our Marriage Chapter 05

My Husband Offered $100 Million to Buy Out Our Marriage Chapter 05

“Mr. Sterling, I never said Mrs. Sterling went home.” 

“Then where could she be? Her mother is still in the 

hospital…” 

Before he could finish, the assistant’s voice sounded 

shocked. 

“Mr. Sterling, the Madam’s mother passed away four days 

ago after failed resuscitation efforts, didn’t you know?” 

Julian couldn’t believe his ears. 

“Why didn’t anyone tell me about something this big?!” 

He couldn’t control his volume as he shouted. 

His assistant’s innocent voice came over the line. 

“I originally wanted to call and inform you, but you were with Ms. Blake for her prenatal checkup and ordered that no one 

was to disturb you.” 

Julian finally remembered. 

At the time, he was indeed accompanying Cassidy for her 

checkup. 

When the assistant had called repeatedly, he thought it was me making a scene at the hospital, so he hung up again and 

again. 

Now he realized that what he had cut off wasn’t just a phone 

call, but our relationship. 

Thinking of that strange box he had smashed, my 

uncharacteristic behavior these last few days, and my 

demand for only one dollar… 

Julian’s heart raced for no reason; he clutched his head and 

COL 

slowly sank to the floor. 

Soon, he told himself that I was just being emotional. 

It was well known that I loved him more than my own life. 

Back then, he was in debt from his startup. 

Even when a debt collector tracked us home and held a knife 

to my throat, I never gave up his location. 

Now, there was absolutely no way I would truly leave him 

like this. 

“Right, Elara is just running away from home, she doesn’t 

really want to leave me…” 

Julian comforted himself, slowly stood up, and returned to 

his usual confident self. 

Just then, his phone rang. 

Thinking it was me, he answered immediately, his voice 

anxious. 

“Elara, when are you coming back? I’ll come get you!” 

The response wasn’t my voice, but Cassidy’s clingy tone. 

“Julian, when are you coming to see me? I’m so scared, what 

if Elara comes to hurt me and the baby? Hurry and come 

protect me…” 

The expression on Julian’s face froze, and his hand dropped 

limply. 

Only now did he realize how catastrophic his mistake had 

been. 

He actually believed that I would go and hurt Cassidy and 

her unborn child. 

I was already that heartbroken, yet he had personally 

smashed my mother’s urn because of Cassidy. 

How ridiculous and absurd was that? 

Ever since I refused to divorce and decided to waste my life away with him. 

Julian acted as if he had been handed one “get out of jail free” card after another. 

He trampled on my devotion again and again; his mistresses were endless, and the times I made a fool of myself and broke down were countless. 

He became more and more convinced that I simply couldn’t 

leave him. 

Even if it meant mutual destruction, I wouldn’t leave him. 

Now, I really had left. 

And Julian still refused to truly believe it. 

On the phone, Cassidy’s sobbing continued endlessly. 

“Julian, come stay with me, I’m really scared…” 

Julian adjusted his tone, making his voice gentle. 

“Okay, I’m coming right now.” 

True to his word, he immediately drove to the villa he had 

given to Cassidy. 

As soon as the door opened, Cassidy dove into his arms like 

a bird returning home. 

Usually, when Julian came here, he felt relaxed, free, and 

happy. 

For the first time, he was at a loss, as if he had forgotten the existence of his hands, not knowing how to respond to Cassidy’s passion. 

For some reason, he thought of me. 

How long had it been since we had hugged? 

The last time we hugged was when we lost the baby. 

Julian came to hold me, his warm lips against my forehead, his voice so gentle it felt like old times. 

“It’s okay, Elara. We’ll have another baby.” 

I hated him, but I also needed his embrace. 

Just as I was crying my eyes out in his warm arms, I found a glaring lipstick stain on his shirt collar. 

Then, I found a pair of women’s underwear in his jacket 

pocket. 

I could almost imagine it. 

While I was in the hospital dying of grief over the loss of our 

child, how he was burning up the sheets with another 

woman. 

He claimed he was in a hurry to see me at the hospital. 

In reality, when he left, he stuffed that woman’s lingerie into his pocket and promised her he’d be right back. 

The thought of it made my stomach turn. 

That day, I smashed everything in the hospital room that 

could be broken. 

I wanted to dig a bloody hole in Julian’s chest and rip out his heart to see if it was red or black. 

Julian stood in the middle of the wreckage, looking as calm as if he weren’t a real person. 

“Elara, no matter how much you scream, things have already happened.” 

“I told you when we married: if you can’t accept it, we can 

divorce at any time.”