He Asked Me To Divorce, I Said Yes Chapter 04
My uncertainty about the baby slowly faded.
I hated the thought of giving up the pregnancy, but my future belonged to me.
After spending the afternoon talking with Mia, she told me before I left, “Get an attorney. Make sure the settlement clearly designates everything you’re receiving as your sole and separate property, so Julian can’t leave himself a loophole and claw it back after the divorce.”
I didn’t think Julian would do something like that, but I hired an attorney to be safe.
Sorting through all the assets was more complicated than I had expected. Julian had given me so much that I was buried in paperwork every day and hadn’t even found time to visit a clinic for the abortion.
As soon as everything was sorted out, Mia called to say she had found a buyer for the house and told me to clear it out as soon as possible.
That left me scrambling to pack and move.
I didn’t bother asking Julian to collect his belongings. I threw all of them away.
But while cleaning out the home office, I found a sealed corporate envelope bearing the Prescott Holdings logo.
This wasn’t something I could simply toss.
After thinking it over, I called Julian.
The call was answered after only two rings, but a woman spoke instead.
“What do you want with Julian?”
Her tone was openly hostile. She had probably seen how Julian had saved my number and figured out who I was.
Keeping my voice even, I said, “Hello. Could you put Mr. Prescott on the phone? He left something at the house and needs to come pick it up.”
A mocking laugh came through the phone.
“Nora Bennett, stop playing games. Julian isn’t going back there.”
She hung up immediately.
I listened to the line go dead, a headache beginning to build.
Then I called Julian’s driver.
He sounded deeply uncomfortable. “Ms. Bennett, Ms. Collins said you’re not to contact Mr. Prescott.”
That was how I learned the name of the woman whose single request had been enough to end my marriage: Audrey Collins.
With no other option, I took the sealed corporate envelope to Prescott Holdings myself.
Julian and I had had a quiet civil ceremony and never held a wedding, so almost no one knew we were married. The receptionist at his company had no idea who I was.
I had only planned to leave the envelope at the front desk and ask them to give it to Julian.
But shortly after I arrived, the receptionist said, “Ma’am, Mr. Prescott would like you to come upstairs.”
I didn’t think much of it and followed her up.
The moment I entered Julian’s office, a cup of scalding coffee came flying at me.
I dodged quickly, but some of it still splashed across my left arm, leaving the skin red and burning.
“You shameless bitch. Do you enjoy being the other woman that much? Is that why you won’t leave Julian alone?”
I suddenly remembered something else Mia had told me.
“If the woman Julian is leaving you for comes after you, don’t just take it. You have leverage now. Use it to make both of them squirm.”
I looked up at Audrey and smiled.
“Ms. Collins, our divorce isn’t final yet. Julian and I are still legally married—which makes you the other woman.”
Audrey clearly hadn’t expected me to fight back. Humiliation and fury swept across her face as she lunged at me and raised her hand.
I didn’t dodge.
Her palm cracked across my face.
She hit me hard enough to split my lip.
Even that wasn’t enough for her. Audrey grabbed my hair and tried to drive her foot into my stomach.
I hadn’t expected her to be that vicious. I twisted away just in time.
The moment her kick missed, I turned and ran, shouting as I went, “Ms. Collins, please stop! I’ll divorce Julian, and I’ll have the abortion. Please don’t hit me again…”
Audrey flew into a rage and chased after me, desperate to shut me up.
That was exactly what I wanted.
The executive floor was nearly empty. There was no point putting on a performance without an audience.
The elevators were too slow, so I sprinted down the emergency stairwell.
When I reached a lower floor, I burst out of the stairwell and deliberately stumbled to the ground. I screamed and cried as though I were terrified, instantly drawing everyone’s attention.
Then I shouted the same words again.
“Ms. Collins, please stop! I’ll divorce Julian, and I’ll have the abortion. Please don’t hit me again…”
But the commotion I had expected never came.
The employees remained frozen at their desks, barely daring to breathe.
Confused, I looked up and met Julian’s eyes across the room.