CHAPTER 80: CHAPTER 80: REVENGE ON THE SCUMBAG! JULIAN, DO YOU WANT ME?

Although she got everything back and let out a breath of anger, Victoria Monroe felt no joy at all.

Rachel Hayes was right; the one who stirred up all the trouble was Julian Fordham.

The marriage had reached a point of ruin, and she felt physically and mentally exhausted.

Rachel Hayes had packed up, and now there was still the act of sending off her grandmother.

Julian Fordham frequently glanced at Victoria Monroe’s face from the corner of his eyes, "Victoria, I’m sorry, I was possessed, I shouldn’t have provoked her."

Victoria Monroe looked at the scenery flashing by outside the window, a bitter smile tugging at her lips.

What use are apologies? Everything had long been settled.

She didn’t respond, leaning against the car door to rest for a while.

When the car arrived home, Julian Fordham unbuckled her seatbelt, his voice softening as he whispered in her ear, "Victoria, I’ll carry you to the room to sleep."

When he touched her, Victoria Monroe instinctively wanted to refuse.

Julian Fordham had left her with deep psychological trauma, and she immediately awoke when he approached her.

She forced her body to relax, not refusing his princess carry, even deliberately leaning her face against his chest, muttering vaguely, "Husband..."

Julian Fordham’s body tensed for a moment, and she heard his heart pounding.

Was he excited? Thrilled?

Would he also be so thrilled to see the miscarriage report?

Grandmother was already awake, and Julian Fordham explained in a low voice, "Victoria fell asleep in the car."

She nodded, not waking Victoria Monroe.

Julian Fordham returned to the bedroom, carefully placing Victoria Monroe on the bed, and she held onto his clothes, not letting go, so Julian naturally lay down beside her.

Pulling the blanket up to cover her, Victoria Monroe nestled in his arms, clinging to him like she used to, softly murmuring, "Julian."

Julian Fordham was overjoyed, wrapping his arms around Victoria Monroe’s waist.

Resting his chin on her hair, he could only kiss her hair timidly and cautiously, filled with emotion, calling her name softly, "Wife, I’m sorry..."

He didn’t know that Victoria Monroe had silently opened her eyes in his embrace.

Confronted with the familiar scent of the man, she felt both heartache and sorrow.

It turns out the real farewell isn’t grand, even when he thought she still loved him. One morning, she quietly left.

The two fell asleep embraced, until the afternoon when Victoria Monroe woke up, he had already gone downstairs to cook.

Looking at the empty room, she felt somewhat lost and lonely.

But when she went downstairs, she had already adjusted her expression.

While eating, she not only accepted Julian Fordham’s dishes but also offered him a chopstick of his favorite food.

Julian Fordham peeled each shrimp for her, handing them to her mouth, and Victoria Monroe ate a little.

Luckily, her stomach cooperated; she took a few anti-nausea candies before the meal and showed no signs of distress.

Until she finished eating and went to the bathroom, she threw up everything she had eaten.

She rinsed her mouth, looking at her pale face in the mirror, knowing that this pain would soon be over.

Victoria Monroe didn’t rush, avoiding any flaws that might be detected.

Once Julian Fordham’s holiday was over, she went to the flower house to pick flowers before he got home from work, deliberately standing in the yard, gazing outside.

Grandmother laughed, "You clearly can’t set your mind at ease, spending the whole day thinking about someone else, yet stubbornly saying you won’t forgive them, you’re just being stubborn!"

Victoria Monroe, holding the flowers, looked shy, "I wasn’t waiting for him at all!"

With that, she ran off, and grandmother was smiling, just as Julian Fordham’s car drove in; he had canceled all engagements recently, anticipating to return home early every day.

When he entered the yard, he saw the woman peeking from the living room. As their eyes met, Victoria Monroe quickly turned away, her back a display of panic at being caught.

He entered the house with the sunset, realizing how wonderful it felt to be eagerly awaited.

What he wanted wasn’t an heir, but a home with Victoria Monroe.

"Grandmother, it’s cold outside, come in, don’t catch a chill."

"I’m not cold, I just came out to get some fresh air, unlike some people who say one thing but mean another, waiting outside for you for half an hour."

Julian Fordham felt a surge of joy, eagerly walking towards Victoria Monroe.

He grabbed the departing Victoria Monroe, pulling her into his embrace.

"Let go!"

"Victoria, were you waiting for me?"

"I wasn’t, I was just picking... mm..."

Julian Fordham bent down and kissed her, and Victoria Monroe didn’t push him away.

She knew grandmother would come in soon.

Her small hand symbolically pushed against their chests for a moment before actively hooking around Julian Fordham’s neck, deepening the kiss.

Feeling her initiative, Julian Fordham couldn’t hold back his excitement.

Lowering his gaze to the petite woman in the sunlight, her skin was snow-white, her complexion delicate, even clearly showing fine hair like a baby’s tender skin.

Her long eyelashes fluttered gently, so obedient and yet so enticing.

The flowers in her arms scattered on the ground, strewn at their feet.

Though the beast inside him wanted to devour her whole, remembering the psychological shadow he had left before.

He dared not indulge nor lose himself.

He could only taste her lightly, reluctantly separating from Victoria Monroe.

As their eyes met, it was a drawn-out desire.

Grandmother cleared her throat, only then did Victoria Monroe seemingly wake from a dream and push him away.

Julian Fordham murmured lowly, "Sorry."

He squatted down to pick up the flowers from the ground.

Victoria Monroe, looking embarrassed, said, "Grandmother, did you see it?"

"Grandmother has been around, I understand, I think my presence is actually disturbing you."

Victoria Monroe, arm in arm with her grandmother, protested, "What nonsense, you can accompany me at home, you can’t live separately, I can’t rest easy."

"You two are sweet at home, I’m just a bright lamp, I want to..."

Victoria Monroe glanced at the man removing his coat and going to the kitchen to cook, guiding her grandmother to her room.

"Grandmother, I can’t rest easy if you leave alone, unless you go to the nursing home."

"What nursing home? Just find me a nanny, I’ve gotten used to living alone in the suburbs."

"It’s so far out in the suburbs, and if you hadn’t had an attack at the hospital and been taken there immediately, even the doctor said you wouldn’t have made it. You’re my only family. Do you really want me to worry about you every day? If that’s the case, then just stay with us. At least I’ll be able to see you every day."

Seeing Victoria Monroe get upset, her grandmother had to relent. "Fine, then let’s go to the nursing home."

She was very happy to see the relationship between the two kids mending bit by bit, understanding that she was more of a hindrance staying, so she quickly agreed to Victoria Monroe’s condition to leave and give them more space.

"That’s settled then. I’ll find you a nursing home with good medical facilities."

"Okay, whatever you say."

Getting this definitive answer, Victoria Monroe breathed a sigh of relief.

The second plan was almost complete as well.

Once her grandmother left, she could go have the abortion.

The time for her departure was getting closer and closer.

Of course, before leaving, she had to give Julian Fordham a big gift.

Night had fallen.

Julian Fordham had showered early, thinking about that afternoon kiss, which had lingered in his mind.

He wasn’t sure if he had misunderstood her intentions, but during dinner, Victoria Monroe lightly scratched his palm under the table.

As a result, while washing the dishes, Julian Fordham felt like his soul was wandering outside.

It had been almost two months since he and Victoria Monroe had been intimate.

He missed those days abroad, when they were inseparable, intimately close.

When he pushed the door open, he noticed that Victoria Monroe had changed out of the cotton long-sleeved pajamas she’d worn the past few nights.

She had put on a pink silk nightgown, with a sheer wrap over it, the ties accentuating her slender waist, her long and pale legs exposed.

Julian Fordham’s Adam’s apple moved, his voice hoarse: "Victoria, what is this..."

Victoria Monroe wrapped her arms around his waist, looking up at him with her delicate face, "Can’t you see what I mean? Or do you prefer Rachel Hayes, that... mmm..."

Julian Fordham kissed her forcefully, a woman he hadn’t touched in so long, once he started it was like dry kindling meeting a flame, so passionate and assertive.

Victoria Monroe’s body was pinned against the wall, and just as he was about to lift her skirt, she held down his hand.

Julian Fordham had worked hard to get her back, not daring to act rashly.

If she wanted to stop, he would suppress his restless heart and stop.

He hugged her tightly, their hearts beating rapidly against each other, deafening.

He bent down, burying his head beside her neck, his hoarse voice full of sorrow: "Victoria, you’re finally back..."

Victoria Monroe raised her hand to gently stroke his face.

Fool, I’m not back, I’m leaving.

The light fell on her face, making her look exceptionally gentle, her gaze towards him filled with tenderness and sweet intent.

She raised her hand to stroke his face, tilting her head she gently asked him: "Julian, do you want me?"

Julian Fordham held her slender waist, feeling that the woman in his arms was as soft as cotton candy.

He held back his excitement, his dark, deep eyes meeting her shiny black ones, like a puppet enchanted by a siren, blurting out: "Yes."

More than just wanting, he was mad with desire.

Victoria Monroe pursed her lips, "But I haven’t showered yet, how about... you accompany me, okay?"

Julian Fordham’s voice was hoarse: "Okay."

Victoria Monroe hooked her hand around his, leading him to the bathroom.

This time, Julian Fordham was wiser, turning on the heating system right away, and the two of them stepped into the double bathtub, one after the other.

Victoria Monroe turned on the faucet, straddling the man’s waist, her attention suddenly caught by the scene outside the window.

"Julian, look, it’s snowing."

Julian Fordham followed her gaze outside the window, and sure enough, snowflakes fluttered down under the streetlights.

"Yeah."

Victoria Monroe wrapped her arms around his neck, her smile as pure as an angel’s, "But whenever I see snowflakes, I think of that night."

"Victoria, I’m sorry." His eyes were filled with guilt, "I swear I’ll never treat you like that again."

Victoria Monroe shook her head at him, "Julian, the best apology isn’t ’I’m sorry,’ it’s you walking in my shoes, feeling the road I’ve walked, that’s how you’ll truly understand my pain."

Julian Fordham understood what she meant, "Victoria, whatever you want to punish me with, I’ll accept."

"Really?"

Victoria Monroe’s slender fingers untied the ribbon of her nightgown in his gaze.

Victoria Monroe played with the ribbon in her hand, her lips curling into a smile: "Even if I tie you up, you’re willing?"

Even if she wanted his life, he would give it.

"Yes."

Victoria Monroe chuckled lightly, "Julian, you’re so obedient."

The next second, she used the ribbon to secure him between the two faucets.

She was even afraid it would come loose, so she chose the long belt as a tool to tie him up tightly.

When it was over, Victoria Monroe faced the eyes full of fascination towards her.

She leaned down to look at the man, her red lips slowly descending.

Julian Fordham’s exposed Adam’s apple moved unconsciously, his heart beating faster and faster.

She whispered softly, "Julian, being so good deserves a reward."

He had already lost his voice, "What reward."

Victoria Monroe moved away from him, stood up and opened the window a crack, letting the wind and snow outside rush in.

Bringing Julian Fordham’s senses back to reality.

Victoria Monroe stepped out of the bathtub, looking down at Julian Fordham, her eyes devoid of any passion, only coldness, her voice indifferent, "Julian Fordham, feel my pain well."

She turned her back on him, switching off the heating system, even turning off the bathroom light.

The room plunged into darkness.

Julian Fordham suddenly realized that she hadn’t forgiven him at all!

Victoria Monroe had been acting all along!

What exactly was she planning? Victoria Monroe was not acting right, she was plotting something?

Julian Fordham began to panic, quickly opening his mouth to call out: "Victoria, what are you doing?"

"Victoria, come back..."