Chapter 9
I had already signed the divorce papers.
I was transferring the entire estate to Julian at no cost.
After all, there was nothing left worth clinging to.
However, as I turned to leave the estate, the housekeeper suddenly ran out, her face flushed red with anger.
“Ma am… last night I kept watch on Ms. Emma for you. I’m sorry to say this, but she’s absolutely shameless! She tricked Mr. Julian into doing… disgusting things. You have to do something!”
I smiled and replied casually, “Our seventh anniversary is in two days. I’ve already planned some surprises. It’s a special day-I don’t want any fighting.”
the housekeeper sighed helplessly.
She’d always thought I was too blindly loyal.
Especially around Julian, I always played the obedient “maid” who could be dismissed at any time, without dignity.
saw the disappointment in the housekeeper’s expression but didn’t explain anything.
left the estate and handed the documents to my assistant.
The next day, everything was finalized.
received my permanent foreign residency.
And an official paper certificate-the divorce decree.
t was time to leave.
That afternoon, I sat in the airport’s VIP lounge.
Through the glass, I gazed at the azure sky.
gripped the divorce certificate in my hands and suddenly felt… relieved.
n less than twelve hours, it would be Julian’s and my seventh wedding anniversary.
smiled and called the housekeeper, speaking gently: “Please pick up a package for me later. It contains my seventh anniversary gift for Julian. Make sure to leliver it to him personally.”
She agreed.
After hanging up, mechanical announcements echoed through the terminal, urging passengers to proceed to boarding checks.
stood up and calmly glanced at my watch.
My seven years of youth-consider it compensation for those two weeks Julian suffered during the kidnapping.
He should feel grateful, shouldn’t he?
After all, he’d finally found his so-called soulmate.
He no longer needed me, his plain, clumsy little housekeeper-wife.
Maybe when he saw the divorce papers, he’d even appreciate my self-awareness.
I quietly laughed at myself.
Well then, Julian.
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