In the sixth year after marriage, my husband raised a little lover. I informed him to divorce quickly.
Six years into our marriage, Julian was openly seeing another woman.
He pressured me relentlessly for a divorce.
I flat–out refused to sign the papers, no matter what.
So, he stopped hiding it. He started bringing her everywhere, openly, shamelessly.
But one day, I called him, my voice urgent.
I told him to finalize the divorce, *fast*.
Because I was about to go on a mission, one I’d signed a waiver for, acknowledging the extreme risk.
Chances were, I wouldn’t be coming back.
I’d been obsessed with Julian since I was a kid.
We grew up in the same neighborhood.
Unlike his steady, composed nature, I was always loud and a bit wild, shamelessly chasing after him.
My elders often said my personality would be perfect for law enforcement. I didn’t join the army, but I did go to the police academy.
But Julian never liked me.
He always preferred the gentle type, the kind with big, innocent eyes and a soft, delicate look.
Yet the woman he loved most left him when his startup was struggling the hardest.
That same year, he lost his mother to cancer.
And his company, crippled by a lack of funds, couldn’t even get off the ground.
He was hit by one blow after another, reaching the lowest point of his life.
He wasn’t himself anymore. He was drinking heavily, a complete mess, unshaven and barely functioning.
Without a second thought, I sold the house my parents bought me and gave him every single cent.
Julian, take this money. Use it.”
When he found out where the money came from,
He screamed at me, cursed at me, said the most awful things.
He’d always been dismissive of me, but that was the first time his words made me cry.
10:59 AM
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My lips trembled, tears streaming down my face as I wailed,
“I believe in you! Your company *will* succeed, you’ll make so much money, you’ll be a big shot! This is just an investment!”
To my surprise, he finally pulled me into a tight embrace.
He said if the company took off, we’d get married.
I’d never made an investment in my life.
But the one I made in Julian was a smashing success.
His startup soared. In the very first year, he made a fortune.
He bought me a huge house, twice the size of the one I’d sold.
And he kept his promise, proposing to me.
We got married.
House, car, money–we had it all.
We lived a happy, fulfilling life.
But as his company grew, his business trips became more frequent. He was busier than I was, even with my daily routine of catching thieves and chasing robbers.
Just two years into our marriage, his late nights turned into entire absences.
By the sixth year, his company was preparing to go public.
But I often couldn’t reach him by phone, and his clothes frequently carried the scent of perfume.
My insomnia spiraled out of control.
“Julian, we need to talk, properly.”
He sat there, running his fingers through his hair. “Aubrey, I’ve met someone. She’s gentle, so understanding. I know this is incredibly unfair to you, but if you agree to a divorce, I’m willing to give you ten percent of the company shares.”
That day, I lunged at him and slapped him hard.
“Julian, you bastard! How could you do this to me after everything? After how much I love you?!”
He held me tightly.
“I’m grateful for you, for being there for me during my toughest times. But it’s been six years, and I still can’t accept you, Aubrey. Let’s get a divorce.”
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I was always compliant when it came to Julian.
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But with the divorce, I lost my mind.
Only because I loved him too much.
I still wanted to win him back.
I confronted that woman, telling her she was nothing but a mistress, that what she was doing was morally reprehensible. I even offered her money to leave Julian.
I even went as far as to expose Julian’s affair to his father.
I thought this would make Julian come back.
But what happened was, he came home, grabbed me by the arm, and exploded in anger.
He called me crazy.
He screamed that I knew his father had a weak heart, that I was trying to kill him with my words, that I was intentionally trying
to trigger his heart condition.
He told me to come at him directly, not threaten that woman. He accused me of having ulterior motives.
He smashed a lot of things in the house.
