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Justin stood frozen in shock, his thoughts a whirlwind of confusion and frustration as his ex-wife hung up on him with such finality.
It was as if she had turned into a completely different person, one who was cold, detached, and indifferent.
How could this be the same woman who had once cried and begged him to stay, pleading for him not to divorce her? His mind raced, trying to piece together the puzzle—had she really not cared for him at all over the past three years, or was there some deeper reason she had endured his family’s treatment?
The more Justin thought about it, the angrier he became.
He had been furious when she left, but now, the anger felt more intense, mixed with a gnawing sense of betrayal.
His thoughts were interrupted by Ian entering the room, offering him a cup of coffee.
“Mr.
Salvador, your coffee,” Ian said hesitantly, sensing his boss’s solemn mood.
“Did you manage to contact the young madam? Do you have her new number?” Ian asked, attempting to help.
Justin ran a hand over his forehead, frustration evident.
He had been so consumed by anger earlier that he had forgotten the purpose of his call.
All he knew was that after Anna left, he should have felt relief, but instead, all he felt was rage and confusion.
The sight of her with Asher only made it worse.
“Maybe next time.
I don’t want to deal with that woman now,” Justin muttered, picking up the coffee and taking a sip.
But as he tasted it, his expression twisted in distaste.
“What happened? The taste isn’t right,” Justin frowned.
“But I made it according to the recipe that the young madam gave me,” Ian replied, scratching his head in confusion.
“Recipe?” Justin asked, raising an eyebrow.
Ian explained, “Before she left, the young madam gave me a small notebook.
She wrote down your food and drink preferences, your restrictions.
.
.
even what you ate, with a detailed date and time.
”
He pulled the small notebook from his pocket and handed it to Justin.
Hesitant, Justin opened the notebook, his eyes scanning the neat, disciplined handwriting—so like Anna had always been.
He was struck by the details, the care she had put into documenting everything about him.
“Add a pinch of salt to the coffee to enhance the flavor.
Justin likes it that way.
”
“Justin drank two bowls of seafood chowder with fresh scallops this afternoon.
I should make it for him more often in the future.
”
“Justin doesn’t like sweet foods.
Next time, I’ll make cheese crackers or butter cake for teatime.
Maybe he’ll like them.
”
“I bought several ties for Justin last year, but he has never worn any of the ones with red elements.
Justin probably hates red.
”
The entire notebook was filled with notes about him, and the realization hit Justin hard.
She’s studying me in detail.
This just proves that she has ulterior motives! His anger flared, and without thinking, he threw the notebook into the wastebasket, crumpling the pages with the force of his frustration.
“Mr.
Salvador, don’t throw it away! The young madam has worked so hard to gather all this information about you over the past three years.
If she doesn’t care about you, why would she bother remembering your preferences? It shows how much she loves you!” Ian said, picking the notebook up from the trash, his tone filled with sympathy for Bella.
“Stop calling her Young Madam.
She doesn’t deserve it!” Justin snapped, his temper flaring.
The sound of something being thrown around outside the study interrupted their conversation.
It was coming from the right side of the corridor, where Anna’s old room was located.
“Go and check what’s going on,” Justin said, rubbing his temples in irritation.
Ian quickly left the room and returned moments later, his expression conflicted.
“Mr.
Salvador, it’s Ms.
Gold.
.
.
She’s causing a scene in the bedroom.
She’s throwing everything out of your ex-wife’s room.
”
Justin’s heart sank as he rushed to the scene, following Ian’s lead.
When he stepped into the room, the sight before him was a mess—Rosalind had completely trashed Anna’s things.
Bella’s skincare products, personal items, and decorations were scattered across the floor as if they were nothing more than trash.
“Rose! What are you doing?” Justin’s voice was sharp with anger.
“I hate that there are traces of her in here!” Rosalind cried, her voice laced with frustration.
Justin’s jaw clenched as Rosalind’s dramatic behavior continued, but the situation only grew more tense when she turned to him, eyes brimming with false tears.
“If it weren’t for her.
.
.
”
