In the following days, I quietly monitored the Internet.
As expected, certain accounts began resurrecting the old corruption scandal surrounding Rivers Biotech.
With the help of a few influential bloggers, the story quickly gained traction, making. headlines across major platforms.
Julian didn’t bother sending me any more threats. He knew I’d understand the message loud
and clear.
Perhaps, as always, he was perched an his pedestal, waiting for me to cave, to beg for forgiveness.
But this time, I refused to give him the satisfaction.
I ignored him entirely, right up to the day of my wedding.
Of course, Julian wouldn’t let things go so easily.
He arrived at my wedding uninvited, bringing Averil with him as if he had every right to be there.
Norman’s expression darkened. “Mr. Ford, I don’t recall your name being on the guest list.”
Julian smiled coolly. “Is it really so inappropriate for an ex–husband to stop by and offer his congratulations to the bride?”
Though his words were directed at Norman, his gaze never left me, not f second.
I could read the look in his eyes–an overwhelming mix of awe, possessiveness, and just a hint of regret.
Julian and I had married in secret. There was no wedding, no dress.
This was likely the first time he’d ever seen me in a wedding gown.
With deliberate calm, I tucked a stray lock of hair behind my ear and met his gaze. “He’s still a guest, after all. Mr. Ford, please, come in.”
Julian stared at me intently, unmoving, as though rooted to the spot.
It wasn’t until Averil, her face pale as a ghost, gave his arm a sharp tug that he finally let her drag him away, albeit reluctantly.
Norman’s eyes followed Julian’s retreating figure, a dangerous gleam flickering in their depths.
I quickly waved my hand in front of Norman’s face. “Don’t make that expression. You’ll scare the kids.”
