Chapter 9 - Julian Attempts To Beg For Reconciliation In Vain
Late that evening, Julian stood outside the heavy iron gates of Maya's private brownstone in Greenwich Village, soaked from the falling rain. He buzzed the intercom repeatedly, clutching a bouquet of her favorite white roses in his trembling, wet hands.
"Maya, please open the door! I loved you! I didn't know how bad my mother was treating you!" Julian cried into the speaker. The small camera lens above the gate clicked, and Maya's voice echoed through the speaker with chilling clarity.
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"You knew every time she humiliated me at dinner, Julian; you just valued your inheritance more than my dignity," she said. "The divorce papers have been filed with the court; do not come near my property ever again."
Julian dropped the roses onto the wet sidewalk, falling to his knees as the intercom line cut to complete static.
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