Chapter 8
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"What gives you the right to challenge me? Your shameless audacity or your delusional ego?"
I couldn't believe Julian's nerve:
"Have you lost your mind? What business is my relationship with my fiancé to you? Who the hell appointed you judge of my life choices?"
Julian puffed up like some self-appointed savior. "I'm only thinking of your best interests!"
His eyes flicked to Ethan's wrist with a sneer. "Follow the money, find the motive."
"He struts around with a watch worth six figures while you're stuck in off-the-rack clothes. What kind of man treats his woman like that?"
"If this is the life he's offering you, you might as well come back to me. At least I wouldn't let you live like some charity case!"
The man had clearly lost his mind.
"By your logic, Isabelle must be your soulmate—you bought her jade worth millions without blinking an eye!"
"When did you ever lavish that kind of attention on me?"
Julian's face hardened. "Isabelle and I aren't what you think."
"I stopped loving her years ago. Everything I do for her now is out of guilt."
I nearly choked on a bitter laugh. "Oh, so you don't love her. What's next—you're madly in love with me?"
He went dead silent, his eyes locked on mine, unwavering.
Those dark eyes gave me an answer I never expected.
I found it so ridiculous I couldn't help but scoff:
"Yesterday you publicly humiliated me to please her."
"You treat her like royalty but claim you don't love her. You treat me like dirt but claim you love me? Are you clinically insane?"
Julian's brow creased, his voice dropping to a rasp: "I wasn't defending her yesterday. I was just… angry with you…"
I threw up my hands. "What right do you have to be angry with me? I'm the victim in all this, remember?"
I couldn't stomach another word. I jabbed my finger toward the door. "Out! Get the hell out of my sight!"
Ethan's lips curved into a cold smile. "Mr. Vance. The door's that way."
Julian's fists clenched at his sides as he stalked out of the room, the door slamming behind him.
