Leaving You Bereft (Willow and Julian) novel Chapter 19

Without the slightest sliver of mercy, the guards dragged Catherine away.

Very soon, her delicate limbs were covered in bruises that were especially stark against her pale skin. Her shrill, unrestrained

screams rang through the entire villa.

“You old hag! You’re just jealous because you can’t have children yourself. Julian will never forgive you. He’ll only love me more

and treat me better!”

Her words were like needles piercing Willow’s heart, inflicting a deep, unrelenting pain.

She walked up to Catherine, raising her hand to deliver another slap.

But her hand never landed.

Julian had arrived in the nick of time.

The evening twilight cast shadows over his face, making his grim expression all the more terrifying.

He took in the scene before him–the wreckage of the villa, Catherine’s swollen face, her bruised limbs. As the frail girl wept

pitifully, a storm brewed in the depths of his dark eyes. (1)

At that moment, his anger boiled over, clouding his reason. It drove him to commit a mistake he would regret for the rest of his

life.

A loud, crisp slap echoed in the vast, empty villa, reverberating endlessly.

Willow’s face was whipped to the side. She stood still for a long time without turning back.

She was in such a sorry state.

Not because of the slap across her face, or the physical pain. Not even because of the shock or heartbreak. Instead, it was her life.

Because she, Willow Harper, was leading a life of complete and utter disgrace.

And at this moment, the shattered pieces of her life all came crashing down on her. They washed over her wave after wave, drowning her.

There was no healing from that kind of brokenness.

Willow burst out laughing.

She brought a hand to her cheek, gently touching the spot where Julian had struck her. Ever so calmly, she turned her head to

look up at her enraged husband.

It was as if she didn’t know him.

It was like he was not the Julian she knew.

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Chapter 19

It was as though he was not the same man she once fell so deeply in love with.

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Julian had rushed to Catherine, holding her close. The girl took full advantage of the moment to lean into his embrace, her gaze on Willow housing a triumphant glint. The silent mockery was somehow deafening to her.

It was then that Nancy’s words popped into her mind. She once said, “The one who isn’t loved is the real mistress.”

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