“I don’t mind you painting me as some kind of demon in front of Irvin at the cost of your own health,” I continued, “but don’t try and harm me physically again, like pushing me into at pond or something. Otherwise, I’ll publicize this video and make sure you never recover from the damage!”
I wanted Julianne to help me end my marriage quickly, but I didn’t want her to end me. My body was far too delicate for that. I didn’t want to be harmed because of this marriage or anything else.
With that, I left without waiting for an answer, leaving Julianne looking gloomy behind me.
When I got home, I took a shower and was just about to go to bed for a nap when I found Irvin in my living room.
1 frowned. “How did you get in?”
I’d changed my passcode. How did he get in?
If he’d cracked the code, it should’ve taken more time, especially since I’d changed the passcode to something that was completely unrelated to any of my previous ones.
“You must be hungry. Come on, I brought you your favorite cocktail shrimp,” he said, ignoring my question.
He seemed to have forgotten our fights and the fact that we were about to get divorced. He acted like we were a loving couple as he urged me to join him at the dining table.
I was irritated. I picked up a decorative piece beside me and threw it at him. “Get out of my house! If you ever trespass into my home again, I’ll call the police!”
If I weren’t worried that being too hostile would make our divorce proce would’ve called the police a long time. ago.
