Refusing To Divorce (Julia and Harry)
Refusing 41

Chapter 41

she had always been considerate "Hany, you don't need to drive me here. I can take a cala in Arya won't have to wait," filia mentioned, feeling Howard Harry. Aller all, it was tape that consenne would willingly send their husband off to another woman. Harry didn't even spare Julia a glance, simply instructing Alden to bring the car to the front entrance. Under Harry's watchful eye, fulla forced a ville and got in the car without further protest. Anyway, why pass up a free ride" she thought Ever since Harry look Arya's call, his mood seemed off, Julia didn't pay; dose were issues between Harry and Arya. She never meddled unless Harty chose to share. Otherwise, she carried on as if unaware. After dropping Julia off at her place. Harry didn't even get out of the car; he just told Alden to drive off.

Standing at the door, Julia instinctively tuned to watch the car fade into the distance. She didn't know why she expected anything more, and perhaps a part of her hoped Harry would deckle to stay the night.

But she knew that after receiving Arya's call, Harty wouldn't stay, and he was probably on his way to meet Arya now.

With a laugh. Julia mocked her own thoughts. Have I spent too much time with Harry recently that I started expecting him to choose me over Ana" she thought.

Looking at the dark night sky, Julia shook her head, replaceing such tights ridiculously funny. Finally, she turned and entered the house.

Back in her room, Julia suddenly remembered Arya's visit that afternoon. Clutching a stuffed toy, she sat on the balcony. The room next door was dark, and the moonlight wrapped her in a gentle glow, casting a spotlight on her loneliness.

She hung her head, thoughts swirling in a mess. Is Harry with Arya right now, talking about when we'll divorce, or maybe soothing an upset Arya? Maybe

being all girly and cute like Arya isn't so bad. Most men seem to like it. But in the end, being true to who I am is what really makes me happy, she thought

The long, silent night brought back deep-seated memories, playing through Julia's mind like a movie.

She recalled knowing Harry since they were young, though he likely didn't remember her existence. Back then, she quite liked trailing behind Harry, drawn by his looks. But for Harry, Arya was the only one who manered. Julia suddenly stood up, cutting off the trip down memory lane.

*****At that moment, Harry was looking at an upset Arya with a poker face, saying coldly, I've told you before. Divorce isn't up to me alone."

"If you really wanted a divorce, you could get one. You're Harry, and when you decide something, nobody can change that-unless you don't actually want to divorce Julia," Arya argued.

"Arya, I've explained the divorce thing to you so many times," Harry said, getting angry. "If you were smart, you'd drop the subject and stop using threats of suicide on me. You know me; I don't respond to threats."

Tears and frustration mixed in Arya's eyes. "Harry, I never wanted to use suicide to threaten you. You have no clue how much I'm suffering inside. 1 can't stand seeing other women around you."

"Life isn't always about what you can or can't stand. You're an adult. Think about the consequences before you do something, okay? If you're bent on dying, there's nothing I can do to stop you. Harry's gaze landed on a bottle of sleeping pills on the table. He wouldn't have Arya froze, not expecting this response. Sobbing, she said, "If Asher hadn't told me, I wouldn't have known you were at the bar. If I hadn't gone there, I would never have known that when you got drunk, the first person you thought of wasn't me but Julia"

"You said Julia was your wife in front of us last night. Did you even consider how I felt Arya looked at Harry miserably. "After Julia left, you chased after her and left me with Asher. Can you honestly say you don't have feelings for Julia? Just thinking of not being loved by you to live."

Every time Arya remembered being cast aside by Harry and handed off to Asher, her tears wouldn't stop.

"Arya!" Harry lost his patience, especially at the mention that he might love Julia. The mere thought of Julia's dismissive attitude toward him how she always pushed him away made him even more frustrated. He always felt rejected in Julia's presence. "I just can't be sure whether yo