My Husband Offered $100 Million to Buy Out Our Marriage Chapter 07

My Husband Offered $100 Million to Buy Out Our Marriage Chapter 07

Arriving at the garage, Julian aimlessly drove his car through 

the streets at 3 AM. 

He didn’t know where he was going; he only knew he had to 

find a person. 

This person could completely fill that inexplicable emptiness. 

in his heart, packing it tight. 

This person was me. 

Unconsciously, Julian arrived at the cafe I used to frequent. 

The doors were firmly closed; very obviously, I wasn’t there. 

He then went to an old friend’s house of mine. 

In the past, we had a falling out because I insisted on 

wasting my time with Julian. 

Now, the friend, whose door was knocked open in the 

middle of the night, was originally furious, but upon learning. 

I had vanished, she clapped and laughed coldly. 

“Fantastic, Elara finally thought it through and left a scumbag 

like you!” 

“Mr. High–and–Mighty Sterling, even if Elara were here, I 

wouldn’t lock her up to stop her from hitting your broken 

wall again!” 

“Understand? Now get lost! Don’t dirty the carpet at my front 

door!!” 

After checking one place after another and not finding me. 

Julian sat in his cold car, his face full of loneliness and 

defeat. 

Finally, he dialed his assistant’s phone. 

“Think of every possible way to contact Elara.” 

“Tell her, if she doesn’t come back, I’ll drag this out to the 

bitter end!” 

Waste my life away to the very end. 

These words coming from Julian’s mouth were truly absurd. 

I thought a man as arrogant to his bones as him would never 

learn how to look back in his entire life. 

But from the moment my mother died, my love for him had 

already completely died. 

Life right now is actually quite good. 

I opened a flower shop in a small southern town. 

I set my mother’s grave at the foot of a mountain in our 

hometown. 

Every month I would go back once, sweep her grave, and 

keep her company while talking to her. 

Telling her that I’m doing very well now and she doesn’t 

need to worry about me anymore. 

I didn’t reply to the assistant’s messages, directly blocking 

them. 

Continuing to live my own life well. 

I thought Julian was just acting on a whim, merely unable to 

temporarily accept a life without me. 

Once some time passed, he would naturally give up. 

After all, he was never short of women around him. 

Cassidy was still carrying his child; he wouldn’t really give up 

everything he currently had just for me. 

But I underestimated his paranoia. 

Three days later in the afternoon, an uninvited guest arrived 

at the shop. 

The moment the glass door was pushed open, a wave of 

disheveled aura hit my face. 

I looked up and froze. 

The man standing at the door was Julian, 

He had changed so much. 

Before, he was always impeccably dressed, his hair combed 

meticulously without a single strand out of place. 

His entire being exuded the nobility and arrogance of a 

successful man. 

But now, he was wearing a crumpled shirt, with a button 

missing at the collar. 

His eyes were covered in bloodshot lines, and blue stubble 

had sprouted on his chin. 

He looked incredibly haggard, as if he hadn’t rested well in 

days. 

His gaze swept around the shop before finally landing on me. 

Carrying a complex emotion that was hard to distinguish. 

“Elara.” 

The man’s voice was severely hoarse, carrying a trace of an 

almost imperceptible tremble. 

I set down the spray bottle in my hand, my gaze calm. 

“Mr. Sterling, is there something you need?” 

I deliberately emphasized the words “Mr. Sterling,” pulling 

apart the distance between us. 

He seemed very dissatisfied with my address, his brows furrowing tightly. 

Taking a step forward, he wanted to get closer to me. 

I subconsciously took a step back, avoiding his touch. 

Julian’s movement froze mid–air, the emotion in his eyes. growing even more complex. 

There was hurt, confusion, and a hint of anger. 

“Come back with me.” 

His commanding tone was just like before, brooking no 

argument. 

I shook my head gently. 

“I’m not going back.” 

“It’s very nice here; I like my current life.”