My Husband Only Started Loving Me After The Divorce

Chapter 7

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o her pale skin and the blood on her face. He pulled his phone from the pocket o

lian Gaines. I need yo

ed in under twenty minutes. He was calm, professional, and his eyes missed nothing. He to

he asked, opening

ed. He stood by the window, arms crossed, a storm of irr

light into her unresponsive eyes. "I'll need to check for other injuri

parted, Dr. Re

arbone and on the soft skin of her upper arm. Some were fresh, others were fad

d them on Julian. It was a look of cold, professional appraisal

oice carefully neutral. "Were these

Domestic abuse. The implication hun

his mind, any injury on her was part of her elaborate fiction. No

ice hard with offense. "Your job is

to his work, cleaning and dressing the gash on her foreh

oncussion and she's running a high fever. She needs to be in a hos

A hospital meant more people, more qu

doorway. She had put on a face of deep concern, but her eyes were

om Bianca to Julian, and his exp

his tone dismissive. He turned back to

ussion due to a delay in proper medical care, as her husband, you would be held legally responsible. Furthermore, if she were to present at a

ify the NYPD. The Gaines name dragged through the mud, associated with

ielding face to Alicia's still

word tasting like defe

injuries would be validated by people whose opinions mattered, people wh

yer, he turned to Bianca, his voice flat and c

the woman who was his wife, his accuser, his victim. The clean lines of his world-of his righteous anger an

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“On her third wedding anniversary, Alicia was crushed in a horrific multi-car pileup. Trapped in the bloody wreckage, she used her last ounce of strength to call her husband, Julian, for help. The call connected, but instead of his voice, she heard loud music and the clinking of glasses. Julian was at a party, tenderly wishing his mistress, Bianca, a happy birthday. After surviving the night alone in the hospital, Alicia dragged her battered, bleeding body back to their penthouse. She found Bianca wearing her silk robe, sitting at the vanity in her master bedroom. When Julian walked out of the shower, his first reaction wasn't concern for his injured wife. Instead, he looked at her bandaged head with absolute disgust. "What kind of trick are you playing now?" To prove she was faking it for attention, he violently ripped the bandage right off her fresh wound. As blood poured down her face, Julian wrapped his arms around a fake-crying Bianca, calling Alicia an insane, manipulative monster. For three years, she had endured his coldness, her genuine love constantly dismissed as the schemes of a social-climbing liar. She didn't understand how the man she once loved could be so blind, so casually cruel while she was literally bleeding out in front of him. But looking at the two of them standing united against her, the last embers of her love finally turned to ash. She calmly wiped the blood from her face and called her best friend. "I need a divorce lawyer. The best one you can find."”