Julian was sitting in the living room. I walked over and sat down. There was another
suffocating silence. In the end, he spoke first, “I went there for a project, yet you just made a scene. It was really embarrassing. Did you even see yourself? Full–on crazy lady vibes back there.”
“Anything else?” I asked calmly.
If you want this to last, stop the jealousy. I can’t keep babysitting your insecurities.”
“Okay. Anything else?”
He frowned.“Olivia, do you realize how insufferable you’re being?”
I stood up with a smile on my lips. Soon, he’d never see me again.
I was going upstairs. Irritated by my smile, he sat in the living room for a while.
When he went upstairs, he found me asleep. After a shower, he slept next to me.
I turned my back sideways to him in the dark, as far away from him as I could. He pulled me into his arms with some force, a movement of fury. He held me so tightly that I could not move.
It was a sleepless night.
In the morning, I made breakfast only for myself. Julian came downstairs and saw me eating bread alone. He was ready to go out, but then he changed his mind and came to me.
He leaned over my ear and said in a gentle voice, “We’ll go to sea for two days this weekend, just the two of us.”
I drank the milk and responded with a nasal voice.
Not surprisingly, the day before the weekend, he stood me up again. He said he was flying to Hong Kong.
I didn’t care.
Perhaps he didn’t realize it. We hadn’t had a meal together for a long time. He warned me not to mention divorce, but in reality, he was treating me as if I were not his wife but his roommate.
At the end of the week, I took my books off the shelf and packed them into my suitcase. I planned to take them to my new home.
As I was unpacking, my mother–in–law called. I picked up the phone and said politely, “Hello, Mrs. Shaw.”
She answered arrogantly, “Come over to my place. Let’s put our previous agreement in writing–clear terms, no misunderstandings.”
“Is that really necessary?”
“Yes.”
“All right, I’ll be there this afternoon.”
“Come by at noon.”
“Fine.”
I didn’t have anything going on anyway.
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On the other end of the phone, Seraphine was looking at Rita, who was walking in the garden with Julian. There was a wide smile on her face. She wanted Olivia to see what a match made in heaven was and who was the right one for her son.

Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.