SOME THINGS ARE MEANT TO BE

CHAPTER 47

She put her hand on Julianna’s shoulder again. “Julianna, listen to me and get a divorce. Stop going on like this. I’m afraid that if this continues, you’ll even end up without bones.”

She persuaded her earnestly, her eyes unwittingly darting back to the table behind Julianna. She was glad that it was her who sat facing this direction so she was able to see.

“Divorce?” Julianna, unconsciously tightened her grip on the cup and shook her head fervently. “No, I won’t get a divorce. Definitely not.” If they divorced, she would have nothing to do with him anymore. Just thinking about not being able to meet him in the future, not being able to live with him under the same roof together, and having absolutely no connections with each other... made her heart ache. No, she was not even willing to think about it.

“I really want to know what your brain is thinking.” Abigail took a big gulp of her juice, speechless by her stubbornness.

“I don’t know what I’m thinking either. I just know that I’m not leaving, even if...” Julianna smiled bitterly, pressing the cup to her face. At first, it was a cold cup, and then it was wet and hot juice.

She didn’t need too much; she just needed a little.

He could not love her enough, but she wanted to love him properly.

That was enough, really.

“I think by the time I’m back, I’ll be collecting your corpse.” Abigail put down the cup in her hand with a heavy heart and stood up, pulling Julianna’s hand and trying to leave the place as fast as possible. “Let’s go, Juju , I don’t like this place. Let’s change venues.”

Julianna was dragged up by her passively, and she asked, puzzled, “Abigail, you’ve always liked this place. You said it was quiet and still, and you said that just now, too, when we came. What’s the sudden change?”

“I said I don’t like it, and so I don’t like it. I’m tired of this place, and I want a change of scenery. Is that not all right?” Abigail pulled Julianna to the exit forcefully, as if escaping from something.

Julianna was tugged and could only move forward helplessly. She did not understand what had happened to Abigail, but she looked back abruptly. Her eyes widened at the sight of two people. One was Diego, but who was the woman? Why were they eating together?

Diego, suddenly reached his hand out to the edge of the woman’s lips as if trying to help her wipe away the crumbs of food from her mouth. The woman blushed and grabbed his hand.

This scene belonged to that of lovers, their sweet feelings capable of making people envious. They... should not be doing this, they really should not have been doing so. If they were lovers, then where did that leave her?

This was the reason he was not willing to bother with her anymore. No, that couldn’t be, that could not be. She wiped away the tears on her face furiously. She must have been mistaken. That man only looked like Diego, but it was not him.

Yes, she was mistaken, she must be. No matter how many times she rubbed her eyes, no matter how many times her eyes became clear and blurred again—his brows, his eyes, his effortlessly smiling lips. They all belonged to Diego. They all belonged to her husband.

No matter how much she persuaded herself, she was unable to deny that the man was Diego, her husband.

“Juju , I’ll bring you to this place I just thought of.” Abigail still continued pulling Julianna forward, but she felt a chill over the back of her hand suddenly. It was unexpectedly scorching.

“Juju ...” She turned back, not saying a word for a long time. Oh no, she must have noticed. She did not want her to see, but she still did in the end.

Abigail was slightly sad, not knowing how to console her best friend. She hesitated a while but brought her despondent friend out from the place.

Outside, a soft breeze blew occasionally, seemingly able to dry the moisture on Julianna’s face. However, after the wind blew it dry, tears fell rapidly again.

“Juju , just cry out if you want to. I know you’re sad.” Abigail let go of Julianna’s hand, extremely worried about her state—looking as if she was about to break down.

Diego was her world. Without Diego, her world might be truly gone.

Julianna turned around again and wiped away the tears on her face discreetly. Her eyes, cleansed by the tears, were extremely bright and extremely sad.

When she turned back around, there was a faint smile on her lips. It was such an empty smile, making Abigail’s heart ache.

“Abigail, you don’t have to worry about me. I know what I’m doing. Things might be as it seems. Maybe that was just a friend of his?” Her smile was too forced. Were they really just friends? Would he treat his normal friends like that? With their hands intertwined so intimately, that gaze in his eyes, and that kind of attitude?

She could not even convince herself, let alone others.

Abigail pursed her lips and stayed silent. She closed her eyes helplessly, not knowing what to say. She knew Julianna was always stubborn, and it was sad and scary at the same time, but she was unable to help her. Other than herself, there was no one who could make her love for Diego die.

“Juju , if there is a day...” She placed both her hands on her shoulder, her tone extremely serious. “If there is a day you realize that there’s nobody who loves you anymore, you must remember to love yourself. Don’t give up on yourself.”

Julianna was stunned for a second before nodding her head lightly. The sentence was extremely sad. No one would love her. The current her, in fact, was not loved by anyone.

“I will, don’t worry,” She smiled and nodded. She agreed, not knowing whether it was to make Abigail feel better or herself.

When Abigail left, Julianna returned to the Western restaurant again. She wanted to take a clearer look. She knew that it would make her heart ache immensely, but she still went.

She stood at the entrance but realized that the people who sat at the table had already left. The seats seemed to still hold the shadow of the two, but they only reflected the emptiness in her eyes by then.

She walked out and stared at the sky dejectedly. The dark skies loomed low; perhaps there would be a storm coming soon.

She stopped walking, staring at the people passing by in low spirits. Her long lashes occasionally hid the droplets of tears that fell from her eyes silently, without a trace.

She finally sat in a car. She clutched her hands numbly.

“Miss, where do you want to go?” The driver asked.

Julianna looked outside in a daze. Where did she want to go? There was no place she could go.

“Miss, where do you want to go?” The driver asked again, a little annoyed. He had already asked her thrice. This woman couldn’t be a lunatic who escaped from the hospital, right?

“To the Hanson’s Group Company.” Finally, she opened her mouth to say these four words, but no one knew how much effort she put in to say these mere four words.