Chapter 32
rvin didn’t answer Gideon. He picked up the bottle and poured himself another drink.
“Irvin, honestly, I can’t feel your love for her at all. If you truly love someone, you’d never bear to see them hurt. But all you’ve done is hurt Emilia,” Gideon said. “Then again, if you don’t love her, why are you so tormented now?”
Gideon didn’t understand him at all. Did he love me or not? If he did, then why did he hurt me all the time? If he didn’t, what was he agonizing over now?
The contradiction baffled him.
Irvin remained silent. He didn’t know what to say.
Just then, his phone rang. It was Julianne calling.
As soon as he answered, Julianne’s soft voice came from the other end of the line. “Irvin, my chest hurts so much I can’t sleep. Every time I fall asleep, the pain wakes me up.
Do you think it’s because I caught a chill after falling into the water last night? Could you come over for a bit?”
In the past, Irvin would’ve dropped everything and rushed to Julianne’s side without hesitation as soon as he heard that she was feeling unwell.
But now, instead of concern, all he felt was irritation. He suddenly thought of what I had said to him earlier.
He wasn’t a doctor. What could he do for her chest pain? Would she stop hurting when he was there? What was he, Advil?
For the first time, he refused Julianne. “I’m busy. I don’t have time to come over. If it hurts too badly , ask Henry to take you to the hospital.
He hung up.
On the other end, Julianne stared at the disconnected phone in disbelief. It took her a moment to process what had just happened.
Ever since she had told Irvin about the fabricated truth of the incident, he had always catered to her every need. No matter when, he would always come running at her call.
But now, instead of dropping everything to see her, he refused to come at all!
When she realized this, Julianne grabbed a porcelain doll Irvin had gifted her and smashed it onto the floor, seething with anger.
She was convinced that I was the one who had caused this to happen.
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Even though I had already told her earnestly that I wanted to divorce Irvin, she didn’t believe me. She thought that I must have found something out and was playing mind games with her.
In fact, she thought that my request to get her to help me divorce Irvin was just a ploy I’d come up with to humiliate her.
To her, I was trying to tell her that even if I willingly stepped aside and helped her get the man, she would still never truly have Irvin’s heart.
Her face darkened with hatred.
The more she thought about it, the truer it became. All of this was just a ploy to humiliate her. She hated me with a passion at that moment, especially after Irvin refused to come see her.
After trashing her room in a rage, she finally calmed down, picked up her phone, and made a call.
She wanted to get rid of me for good.
Over at the airport, I waved excitedly when I saw my best friend Cordelia. I rushed forward, eager to give her a big hug, but she sidestepped me.
I pouted, putting on my best pitiful expression. “Cordy, baby, you still don’t believe me? Have you not forgiven me?”
After I was discharged from the hospital, the first thing I did was contact Cordelia and tell her that I had gotten amnesia, that I no longer loved Irvin, and was working to get a divorce with him. I desperately wanted her forgiveness.
Cordelia didn’t say that she forgave me, but she didn’t state otherwise either, even flying back from overseas immediately.
Even though she claimed that she hadn’t returned specifically for me and that she had other business in the country, I still shamelessly chose to believe that she was here for me.
I even pestered her to tell me her flight details so I could meet her at the airport.