SOME THINGS ARE MEANT TO BE

CHAPTER 46

Every time she tried to take the initiative to speak to him, he would respond with distancing and rejecting coldness.

Diego looked at the watch on his wrist. It was already one o’clock. He pushed the door and walked in, but Julianna opened the door a step ahead of him.

“You’re back.” She was like a dutiful wife, waiting stubbornly for him to come home. She had light shadows under her eyes, and it was apparent that she did not have a good rest for a long time.

“I don’t want to hear your voice. It’s awful.” He walked past her, his heartless voice ripping apart Julianna ’s heart once again.

Was her voice awful? She pressed her lips together tightly.

“I don’t like seeing you hanging around here, too. You’re ugly.”

His thin lips opened and closed, his every word and sentence extremely cruel.

“Even the air you breathe in is dirty.”

In his eyes, there was probably not one good point on her now.

Julianna was still standing behind him. She could only see his back slowly get blurry. She did not want to cry, but she could not hold it in.

In the end, she sobbed lowly and miserably. Did God give women tears for them to experience sorrow?

Diego locked himself in the room, faintly hearing Julianna’s suppressed cries. He pressed his lips together and flung his documents on the table.

“Julianna, you deserve this. Our game has ended, and now, what I want for you is really starting. Don’t cry till your eyes go dry; are you going to keep crying for as long as you live?”

He tried hard to suppress the uncomfortable feeling in his chest and took out his phone to dial a number.

“Ruby, wait for me tonight. I’ll bring you out to eat.” His face lit up when he heard her delicate and bright voice, his eyes flashing with a mild gentleness.

That woman really resembled Diana , though not a lot—but he wanted to get closer to her.

He took his blazer and walked out again, but there was no one in the living room. He thought he saw a shadow hurry away.

Good. The edges of his lips lifted slightly—cruelly—and walked out in big strides. It was only after he left that Julianna walked out from the side, her face misty and damp.

He said he did not like her voice because it sounded awful.

He said he did not like seeing her in the living room because she was ugly.

He said he hated the air she breathed in because it was disgusting.

So she would not speak or appear in front of him. Would this make it better for him and make him not hate her that much anymore?

He liked her, didn’t he? If she was obedient, he would treat her better. They would go back to how they were before—perhaps not as an endearing couple, but they would be happy.

She still thought that way stubbornly. She was always so stubborn. Whenever she heard sounds from the outside, she would always retreat into her room immediately, no matter what she was doing.

She didn’t say a word and didn’t meet him, but she missed him dearly. She wanted to see him. It didn’t matter even if it was just a glimpse from the afar.

Ah Diego, do you know? I miss you.

When she heard the sound of the door closing, she walked out and hurried to the window to look at the man walking into his car. His steps were steady as always, just like before. This was the only time she could look at him, almost longingly and greedily.

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In a pretty good restaurant, Abigail was drinking juice from her cup, sizing up the friend she had not seen in a long time. She was always on business trips overseas, and so it had been a long time since she met her. It seemed like she was not doing very well. She had deliberately put on some light make-up, but it could not hide her worn out and sallow complexion.

“Julianna, have you gone mad?” She put down the cup in hand. She had understood it. How could she live happily, being married to a guy who hated her?

“No.” Julianna smiled blandly, concealing the strong feelings behind her eyes. She did not want Abigail to notice her misery.

“I have not gone crazy, but you’ve become tanner.” She said half-jokingly.

Abigail glared at her sternly. “I’ve been running around outdoors every day under the hot sun. I’ve become tanner, but I’ve also become much healthier, unlike you. You look like you’ll collapse if the wind blows—also as white as a ghost.”

She put her hand on Julianna ’s shoulders. Sure enough, she could already feel clearly the shape of her bone. She had really lost weight.

This dishonest woman. She knew it just from her sullen face.

“So how long will you be staying?” Julianna was still smiling. She didn’t mention how her life has been. Meeting a close friend made her spirits go slightly brighter.

Before long, Abigail retracted her hand and picked up the cup from the table again. “I’m probably leaving again after a few days, for about half a year this time. I’m prepared to change jobs when I’m done with these. I’m tired.” She heaved a sigh as she said that. It was time for her to find a man to marry, too.

“Then, the next time we can meet would be... a long time after?” Julianna listened to her talk, an unspeakable sadness rising inside her. She had just come back, but she needed to leave again. Was it really that urgent?

“Yes.” Abigail propped her face up with her hand. Their conversation was getting more serious. She stared at her surroundings—bored—until her eyes landed on a shadow. She narrowed her eyes to look clearer, a weird look on her face. Julianna was only taking in the volume of her drink and did not notice anything unusual.

Abigail looked away immediately and just gave Julianna a complicated look.

“Julianna , does Diego treat you nicely?”

Julianna’s body jerked slightly. “Very nicely. Haven’t you seen the newspapers? He gave me a necklace worth a few million dollars.”

She said without any delight, her mind filled with faint memories from the past. In fact, to her, the necklace was priceless not because of its value, but because of the man who gave it to her.

But now, why?

Abigail was silent for a long time, but she still wanted to scold her in the end. “Julianna , you’re not happy now, are you?” She was not fooled by the smile on her face. It was obviously deliberate and forced. She actually wanted to cry instead of smiling, didn’t she?

“Yes, I’m happy.” Julianna held the cup from the table with two hands tightly and smiled. “Of course, I’m happy. Abigail , have you forgotten? I’ve loved him for a long time. I’m very happy just to be able to be his wife.”

Her palm came into contact with the cup’s warmth, her palms becoming warm, but her fingertips were completely freezing.

“Julianna , why are you so foolish?” Abigail really wanted to shake this fool until she came to her senses. She did not know what to do with her extreme naivety. There were some people who were worth it, and some people who were not. Was that Julianna really deserving of this kind of love from her? A love that ended up with her having nothing, not even herself.