The Night I Went Into Labor His Stepsister Livestreamed Herself Bedding My Husband Chapter 04
Julian sneered when he saw me.
“I actually thought you had enough dignity to go beg on the streets rather than come crawling back to the Ashfords. I never imagined you’d chase me all the way here.”
The director asked, offhand, “And this is…?”
“My wife. The one who ran away six years ago.”
That was the first time Vivienne learned who Julian actually was.
She leaned in and whispered by my ear.
“So *this* is the son of a bitch. Didn’t even know how to treasure a gift from God.”
I nodded and squeezed her hand tighter.
Vivienne’s hand was warm, solid, sure.
I didn’t so much as glance at Julian. I addressed the director directly.
“Excuse me, I have an appointment with Dr. Quentin.”
Director Hartwell looked the four of us up and down and curled his lip.
“Very sorry. Dr. Quentin only has one appointment today. Please leave.”
I said quickly, “It’s possible we’re that appointment.”
I held out my phone to show him the confirmation.
Julian snorted with laughter.
“Photoshop’s really something these days. Can fake anything. If it weren’t for that pathetic getup of yours, you might’ve actually fooled the director.”
The director burst into laughter along with him.
“Your wife’s quite something, isn’t she. Dr. Quentin is the top cardiologist in the country. Getting hold of her name is one thing—”
“Unfortunately, Dr. Quentin’s appointment today is with Sebastian Shaw. *The* Sebastian Shaw, from Wall Street. Why do you think I’m standing here waiting?”
Julian visibly perked up at the name.
“Thanks for the tip. I’ve been trying to arrange a meeting with him for months and haven’t even caught his shadow. If I close that deal, there’ll be a very generous cut in it for you.”
The director cleared his throat, unable to fully hide the excitement in his voice.
“Say no more.”
I was tired of talking around them.
“I’m Sebastian Shaw’s wife. This is his mother. Now can we go inside?”
They laughed even harder. The director looked ready to double over.
“Julian, your wife’s got a real gift for storytelling. Lies just roll off her tongue.”
Julian spat at my feet and sneered.
“You think someone like *you* could ever snag Sebastian Shaw? I’m not even dead yet, and you’re openly cheating on me?”