Julian’s Stand-In Wife

Julian’s Stand-In Wife By South Wind Dialect Chapter 2

Julian felt as if his heart had been stabbed with a knife as he thought of how Kayla had repeatedly looked at him several times at the banquet just now. Yet, he dared not face her at all.

Three years ago, when Diana returned to acknowledge her relatives, she broke the peace the Winnington family had for eighteen years. Kayla, who was adopted to replace Diana, who had gone missing at the age of three, got caught in the center of the mess.

The excessive worry stemming from this sudden catastrophe gave her stomach cancer.

However, Julian didn’t know anything back then.

He only knew that Kayla went abroad alone, and went crazy looking for her for a whole month. However, he never heard any news from her.

He took that parting as a signal that Kayla wanted to break up with him, so in a fit of rage he married Diana, who looked very similar to Kayla. He only found out three years later that Kayla was suffering from stomach cancer, but endured it alone as she feared that the revelation would distress him.

For the past three years, Diana, who was by his side, enjoyed everything that originally belonged to Kayla.

It was time for everything to go back to square one.

His eyes gradually turned cold, and his voice was dry and sharp as he said, “Diana, let’s get a divorce.”

The coldness spread in the room. Diana’s face suddenly turned pale, and she held on the sofa hard to keep herself from falling down.

A divorce?!

Did she hear wrongly?

“Julian…” Diana’s face was as pale as paper. In a trembling voice, she asked, “What…What did you say?”

“I said, let’s get a divorce,” Julian repeated, his tone full of certainty.

Diana looked at him incredulously, clutching the pregnancy test report tightly. The paper seemed to have turned into sharp thorns that pricked her palm fiercely. The intense pain hit her, allowing her to find her real feelings.

She wanted to ask him why, but she couldn’t say a word even as she opened her mouth.

There seemed to be a knife lodged in her lungs, and the extreme pain caused her to suddenly lose her voice.

After a while, her face turned pale. A trace of fear and anticipation crossed her eyes. “Are you joking? Is it April Fools’ Day today?”

She hastily let go of the pregnancy report in her hand as she tried hard to smooth the crumpled paper. She wanted to tell him to stop joking. They were having a baby, after all.

The baby was fragile, and couldn’t stand the shock.

Julian’s next sentence halted her

because he realized his tone was a little cold, or perhaps it was because of the dim teary eyes of the woman opposite him that pierced his heart, but Julian finally paused for a moment before continuing. “The divorce agreement has already been drawn up. This house

words contained

their sockets. She could not believe it. She couldn’t believe that the person in front of her was the

he end their marriage with such calm

mind grew even more confused and for a moment. She felt as if someone had

need to

blood came from her mouth.

in pain. A look of distress flashed across

end, he settled

realized full well that

regarded his

fact, whenever he saw her, he couldn’t help thinking of her as

why he couldn’t help but be kind to

to ask for Diana’s hand in marriage the day Kayla couldn’t

fair, Diana hadn’t done badly in her position as Mrs. Fulcher

person, so she probably wouldn’t be able to accept it if

Julian did not point out that Kayla was his

pitied Diana and felt guilty

“It’s just like when we got married. You could openly accept me back then, even though we’ve never met before. You

She was very strong.

believed that she could do

lost control of her emotions, to the point she

and a thousand questions to ask him, but when she saw that his eyes were no longer as gentle as they used to be, she finally reduced her words to these two words:

he speak of the beginning and end of their relationship so

this marriage

end of

the current divorce become her

No, it could not.

still had a

she had accumulated over the past three years, and

the mercy of

She could not grovel.

not cry and plead with

she had to beg for was meaningless. She did not care for it, and

her fingers pierced her