Chapter 11 - Confronting The Husband In Private
Three days after the disastrous dinner, Grace sat in a quiet coffee shop downtown, watching rain tap against the glass window.
The bell above the door chimed, and Julian walked in, looking exhausted, wearing a rumpled suit and carrying a manila envelope.
He spotted her in the corner booth, walking over slowly before sliding into the opposite seat with a heavy sigh.
“The divorce papers are finalized according to your terms; I didn't contest a single clause,” Julian said, placing the envelope down.
Grace opened the folder, reviewing the settlement terms that granted her financial independence and complete severance from the family estate.
“Thank you for not fighting me on this,” Grace said, signing her name on the dotted line with a steady hand.
“You deserve a life free from paranoia, lawyers, and scheming matriarchs,” Julian murmured, staring down at his coffee cup.
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“What happens to Eleanor now?” Grace asked, curious about the fate of the woman who tried to destroy her life.
“She’s facing twenty years in a federal penitentiary for embezzlement, fraud, and attempted poisoning,” Julian answered flatly.
