Chapter 38
Sherry stared at Julian, disbelief etched on her face. “You love her? Then why did you sleep with Rita? Why don’t you just drop dead!” She slammed her fist on the desk, seething. If she weren’t physically outmatched, she would’ve smashed an ashtray over his head.
Julian stood motionless, the shredded divorce papers scattered at his feet. “Everything she sold, everything she burned—I’ll get it all back. Including her heart! We will be together again. For the rest of our lives, she’ll belong only to me!”
With that, he turned and strode out.
Sherry was stunned for a moment before chasing after him. “You just tore up a copy! Don’t think that’ll stop the divorce! It won’t work! I’m telling you, it won’t work!”
That bastard. Playing the heartbroken lover now? Where was this remorse when it actually mattered? She rubbed her temples, exasperated. With his current attitude, this divorce is going to be a nightmare.
The rainy spring night felt as cold as autumn.
Julian sat on the steps outside his villa, staring at the security footage of Olivia burning their wedding photos. She stood in the yard, her eyes filled with sorrow and resolve.
And what was he doing at that moment? Laughing on the phone, completely oblivious. Watching it now, it felt like watching a ghost—something he couldn’t bear to see, couldn’t bring himself to remember. If only he could turn back time, beg for her forgiveness…
The rain poured down, soaking his face, but the heat of his tears burned hotter.
He Rui held an umbrella over him, but the downpour was relentless.
“Buy back all the jewelry Mrs. Shaw sold. Put everything back where it was.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Reprint the wedding photos in the exact frames and hang them back.”
“…Yes, sir.”
He Rui obeyed, but deep down, he knew—it wouldn’t change anything. Some things, once broken, could never be restored.
Julian’s phone buzzed. He picked up.
“Mr. Shaw, we’ve traced your wife’s whereabouts. Yesterday afternoon, she used her credit card at a department store in Singapore.”
“Singapore?” Julian’s frown deepened. “That’s impossible. There’s no record of her boarding a flight.”
“But we found her outbound travel records. She left on a Gulfstream G650 private jet. The owner’s details are classified.”
Julian’s face turned ghostly pale. He hung up and strode into the storm.
“Notify the flight crew—I’m going to Singapore immediately.” His voice was razor-sharp. “And… find out if Evan is in Singapore.”
Because in all of Chicago, only one man had the power to make Olivia disappear without a trace.
Evan… I should’ve known.
