Chapter 37
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At the same time, in Chicago…
Sherry had arranged to meet Julian at her law firm. The night outside the office was dark. It had rained all day in Chicago, the temperature plummeting, the sky heavy with clouds, the city shrouded in a gray gloom.
Julian, impeccably dressed in a dark gray suit, his hair perfectly styled, clean–shaven, his handsome features still striking, but with a suppressed, somber aura. He was still the arrogant and domineering Young Master Shaw, as if the man who’d sobbed uncontrollably yesterday wasn’t him.
“I thought you’d be more upset for a few days. At least put on a show,” Sherry said sarcastically.“But it’s fine. The sooner you calm down, the sooner you finish the process. It’s all for the best.” She pushed the divorce papers across the desk.
Julian calmly picked up the papers, flipping to the last page, seeing his signature. The date was a month ago, when he’d returned from a business trip to Switzerland. He remembered Sherry having him sign a pile of documents that day. She’d been calm, smiling as he signed.
“The cooling–off period is over. Once Olivia returns, you can go to the civil affairs bureau and finalize the divorce. This marriage will be over,” Sherry said.
“As for the compensation Olivia and your mother agreed upon, Olivia said if you want to drag this out, she’s happy to play along. Your little mistress has provided ample evidence of your infidelity. You don’t want another charity gala scandal, do you?”
Julian’s fingers tightened, crushing the divorce agreement into a crumpled mess.“When… when did she find out?” His voice was hoarse and pained, as if poisoned.
Sherry’s barrage of questions exposed every detail of Julian’s infidelity, and the hurt and pain Olivia endured. She spoke of Olivia selling everything they owned together, including their wedding rings and photos, to completely let
- go.
“She’s firm and resolute,” Sherry said finally.“She won’t turn back. If you really feel guilty, finalize the divorce, give her the compensation. It’s the least you can do to give your eight years together a semblance of dignity.”
Julian bent over, the pain in his heart almost crushing him. He tore the divorce agreement to shreds.“I won’t get a divorce. Who says I don’t love her! I love her, I love her, I love her!”
