Chapter 9
Lucian’s POV:
Awful?
I glanced at Kathryn, puzzled as to why she had such a big misunderstanding about Juliette and treated her poorly.
She had probably never even met Juliette before today.
I never wanted my Luna to be in a job where she had to humble herself to serve others, so I went along with Juliette’s complaints. “If you can’t do a proper job as an attendant, you shouldn’t work as one.”
Kathryn shot me a cold glare. “Very well. I’ll get you someone else.”
She handed over her duties to another attendant before making her way into the non–service area upstairs.
Hmm? She’s leaving just like that?
Just as I attempted to follow her, Juliette tugged on my sleeve. “Alpha, I really love this dress by Serenity. I tried asking that girl for Serenity’s contact, but she just… Sales attendants these days just have no class.”
“You’re not very classy yourself, arguing with an attendant like that,” I remarked blandly while shooting her a glance. This woman she had just called classless was my Luna!
Rendered speechless by my response, Juliette turned her head to converse with the approaching attendant. “Do you have Serenity’s contact?”
The assistant wore a fake smile, and her words were far from polite. “No, I don’t. Besides, Serenity has mentioned that her husband passed away recently, so won’t be taking any orders for now.”
Huh? Her husband died?
I inexplicably felt a chill down my spine.
Kathryn’s POV:
I stepped out of the fitting room, beckoning an assistant to come in. Then, I made a point to instruct her, “Don’t mention who I am once you’re inside.”
After a brief pause, I added brazenly, “If they ask, just say that Serenity’s husband died, and she’s not in the mood to design anything.”
You want me to design your clothes? Dream on!
I returned to the lounge upstairs and dialed Esther’s number. “I made 10.95 million in Azanian currency today. Hurry up and throw me a celebration party.”
Upon hearing this, she immediately knew that the wedding dress had been sold. Driven by curiosity, she asked, “What kind of idiot–I mean, what kind of customer would make such a huge purchase?”
“Lucian.” Surprisingly, I felt a lump in my throat. “He bought it… for Juliette.”
Hearing that, Esther couldn’t help but raise her voice. “Then why did you still sell it to him?”
Eyes beginning to redden, I looked up, trying my best to blink back the tears. “It’s not a loss for me. The money’s well enough to cover our expenses for a whole year!”
Three years I spent painstakingly designing that wedding dress while working hard to save my marriage–only for everything to be given away to someone else.
I had practically spent three years busily toiling away, only to pave the way for others.
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Chapter 9
Ten million nine hundred and fifty thousand- that was the amount of time I’ve expended on this marriage.
That evening, I had quite a bit to drink.
Esther was with me, but she drank a lot more and ended up passing out.
1 hailed a taxi to take her home before calling myself another one to take me back to the store. Halfway there, I suddenly remembered that Lucian hadn’t seen the divorce agreement yet. I needed to go back, pick it up,
and mail it to him. So, I made a detour to the place I had called home for three years.
The taxi came to a halt in front of the mansion. After paying the fare, I stumbled my way inside. Barely stepping through the door, I was met with an overwhelming force that pinned me against it.
“You’re back…” The man began to kiss me commandingly.
My head felt heavy and clouded as his familiar scent and intense warmth filled my nostrils, stirring an overwhelming urge within me to cry.
Had he been this passionate in the past, I might have been ecstatic.
Yet, any semblance of passion I had vanished the moment I recalled how he had gotten me to help Juliette try on the wedding dress.
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I forcefully shoved the man standing before me. Wiping my mouth with a look of disgust, I snapped, “Is Juliette not enough for you? How desperate are you?”
It was clear that Lucian had just returned. Still in his crisp suit, his brows furrowed as he stared at me. “Don’t drag Juliette into this! There’s nothing going on between us!”
He’s still defending his ex at a time like this?
With a cold laugh, I looked at him, my heart growing increasingly heavy.
After studying me for a moment, Lucian suddenly let out a sigh. “Forget it.”
He took a step forward, intending to grasp my hand, but I evaded him and moved inward. I turned on the living room light and headed toward the coffee table.
But after a few steps, I halted. The floor around the coffee table was now littered with a ring of white paper scraps. From the larger pieces of paper, I could faintly make out the words. It was the divorce agreement I had printed out.
I furrowed my brows and turned to the man. “You tore up the divorce papers?”
