The performance ended, and the violinist came out to take a bow. Willow left.
Walking beneath the boundless neon lights, she thought life would come to an end, just like her and Julian.
Behind her, someone called out. “Willow.”
Willow slowly turned around, her breath forming a white mist in the cold air, blurring their gazes.
Through the haze, she heard Julian’s trembling voice. “Do you still love me? Willow, can you still love?”
She replied calmly, “I don’t know if I can still love, but Julian, I will never love you again.”
Loving him once drained her completely.
Loving him once cost her too much.
Loving him once made her lose herself.
She couldn’t afford to love him anymore.
As the white mist dispersed, Willow saw the tears in the man’s eyes.
The next second, she was pulled tightly into his embrace.
Julian refused to let go and refused to divorce. Holding Willow in his arms, he kept whispering apologies in her ear, kept promising that it would never happen again, and kept begging her to trust him one more time.
A man’s vows of eternal love–Willow only found them laughable.
She looked up at her husband and softly asked, “Where was all this earlier, Julian? When you had to choose between Catherine and Grandma, you chose Catherine. You haven’t forgotten that, have you? Julian… You picked your side chick over your own family!”
Then, a slap landed hard.
Willow had used all her strength.
The crisp sound of the slap echoed again and again in the alley, like an old church bell tolling.
Julian slowly turned his head back. His skin was red, and a distinct handprint quickly surfaced on his face. But he didn’t care.
He grabbed Willow’s wrist and forcefully pulled her into the car.
Of course, Willow didn’t cooperate. By the time she was seated, they were both breathing heavily.
Leaning against the leather seat, she stared straight ahead. She spoke with eerie calmness, “Find the nearest five–star hotel. But Julian, I’m on a schedule. I only have an hour.”
Julian felt his heart shatter into pieces.
At that exact moment, his phone rang. It was Catherine.
Willow sneered. “Go be with her.”
He shut off his phone, his dark eyes locked onto Willow. “You’re the one who said it. We’re going to a hotel?”

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