"Brother..."
Covered head to toe in blood, I dragged a half‑dead man through the front door. Every single person in the room went pale with shock.
The second Julian spotted me, he stormed over immediately. "Clara, what is the meaning of this? Have you not made enough trouble already?"
I let out a cold, dry chuckle and slapped the blood‑stained divorce papers hard against his chest. "We are getting divorced."
Julian stared at me in utter disbelief, convinced he must have misheard. "What did you just say?"
I could not really blame him. For years, I had walked on eggshells, bending over backwards to please him, terrified he would leave me. There was no way he would ever believe I was the one calling it quits.
When Gideon saw my state, his hidden bodyguards immediately moved in and sur
