Chapter 3 - The Bruises He Pretended Not to See
Julian walked back into the mansion.
Evelyn was still in the wheelchair.
The stainless-steel bowl rested on her lap.
“What did she mean?”
Julian looked at his mother.
“About what?”
“The deed.”
Julian shrugged.
“She was angry.”
Evelyn frowned.
“She didn't look angry.”
Julian walked toward the kitchen.
“She always looks like that when she wants to make a point.”
Evelyn watched him.
“Julian.”
“What?”
“Her neck.”
He stopped.
Evelyn pointed.
“There were bruises.”
Julian looked away.
“She fell.”
Evelyn stared at him.
“She told me she fell.”
Julian said nothing.
Evelyn slowly lowered the bowl.
“Did you hurt her?”
“No.”
The answer came too quickly.
Evelyn studied her son.
“You're lying.”
Julian turned.
“Mom.”
“I saw you grab her last week.”
His face changed.
“You don't know what happened.”
“I know what I saw.”
Julian walked closer.
“She was leaving.”
Evelyn's voice became quiet.
“And you stopped her?”
Julian didn't answer.
Evelyn looked toward the front doors.
“She was always good to me.”
“She stopped caring.”
“No.”
Evelyn shook her head.
“You stopped noticing.”
Julian stared at her.
His mother had never spoken to him like that.
Then his phone rang.
He looked at the screen.
His attorney.
Julian answered.
“What's wrong?”
The attorney's voice was tense.
“Did your wife leave the house?”
Julian frowned.
“Yes.”
“Did she take the red folder?”
Julian froze.
“How do you know about that?”
“Because she came to my office this morning.”
His stomach tightened.
“What did she ask?”
A pause.
“Ownership records.”
Julian's face changed.
“What ownership records?”
“The mansion.”
Julian looked toward the front doors.
“Tell me exactly what she has.”
“I can't.”
“Why?”
“Because she is now my client.”
Julian stopped breathing for a second.
“You're her lawyer?”
“I am.”
The call ended.
Julian slowly lowered the phone.
Evelyn watched him.
“What happened?”
Julian didn't answer.
He walked toward the stairs.
Then stopped.
For the first time, he understood that his wife hadn't left empty-handed.
She had left carrying something he desperately wanted back.
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The red folder.
👉 Julian finally realized the suitcase was not packed for an ordinary divorce—it contained records he had spent years assuming nobody would ever examine.
