Chapter 7 - "Who Is That Stranger?"
Evelyn looked down at the man kneeling before her on the concrete. There was no anger in her eyes, no desire for vengeance, and no lingering grief. There was only the vast, unbridgeable expanse of complete indifference.
She adjusted her grip on her daughter, shielding the young girl's face from the blowing dust of the airfield.
"You stopped being my husband four hours ago, Julian," Evelyn said, her voice carrying clearly over the roar of the helicopter engines, calm, decisive, and rock-steady. "You signed those papers because you thought I had no value. You gave up your daughter because you wanted a son who wasn't even yours."
The young four-year-old girl wrapped her small arms tightly around Evelyn's neck. She looked down at Julian kneeling in the dust, her large innocent blue eyes filled with soft curiosity.
She leaned close to her mother's ear, her soft, innocent whisper carrying through a quiet lull in the wind.
"Mommy... why is that stranger kneeling to us?" the little girl asked gently.
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Julian felt as though a knife had been driven directly through his chest. His own daughter didn't even recognize him as her father anymore.
👉 Read PART 8 to see what happened to Julian's family estate and business after Evelyn's departure!
