Chapter 3Seven Years of Waiting, Never His Home

I still remember that night when I received Julian Goldsberry’s call, saying he’d been in a car accident and I needed to come quickly.

Later, I was stuck in an alley for nearly an hour.

My clothes were torn, but nothing substantial happened.

Finally, Julian Goldsberry called the police to rescue me.

He even hugged me and said it was okay, it wasn't my fault.

I thought he truly didn't care.

It turned out that incident was a thorn in his heart.

Perhaps not getting a clear answer, Maya Vance stormed out angrily, her high heels clacking loudly.

I pushed open the door and walked straight in.

Julian Goldsberry looked up, a flicker of surprise on his face.

When my slap landed, his appeasing hand was still frozen in mid-air.

“Were those words just now sincere?”

Julian Goldsberry froze, his face instantly changing. “Shay, you’ve misunderstood me. We don’t have that kind of relationship.”

“I’ve already caught you. At this point, are you still going to lie to me?”

Seeing my serious expression, Julian Goldsberry’s shoulders gradually slumped.

“I… those weren’t my true feelings. I was just trying to appease her. I’ll tell you the truth: she’s pregnant and emotionally unstable. I was afraid she’d make a scene, so those were just thoughtless words!”

“Shay, don’t you know how good I’ve been to you? It’s been so long since that incident, when have I ever resented you?”

“Sweetheart…”

His voice trembled as he reached out to pull me closer.

“I just wanted a child. I wasn’t serious about her.”

I stepped back.

“Two choices.”

I stared into his eyes, like an detached observer. “Come home with me now, and in front of me, break up with Maya Vance completely.”

“Second, we meet at the city hall for divorce.”

At my words, Julian Goldsberry grew anxious. “Sweetheart! Listen to me, Maya is emotionally unstable right now, and she’s pregnant!”

“You know how much I’ve wanted a child all these years.”

“Please, okay? Give me some time. I’ll definitely break up with her…”

I took a deep breath. “How long?”

“How much time do you need?”

“A month? Two months? Or until she gives birth?”

Looking at his evasive eyes, I suddenly didn’t want to ask anything anymore.

I turned and pushed open the door.

An hour later, I was sitting on a hospital bed in the obstetrics and gynecology department.