Julian's Stand in Wife

“That was so long ago,” Julian said with a disdainful roll of his eyes. He stuck his hands in his pockets, and stood up from the bed. “As long as you survive this ordeal and overcome the sorrow in your heart, I won’t be scared, even if you start having feelings for Diana again.”

A smug smile stretched across his face. “Anyway, Diana’s mine. No one can snatch her away from me.”

He even showed Oliver the photos Betty just sent to him. “See? My wife went overseas, and even thought of buying a present for me.”

He looked so proud of himself.

If Fanny had really died and her death wasn’t a lie that Oliver fabricated, Oliver would probably die of anger, with how he kept showing off his lovey-dovey life with Diana.

Thankfully, Julian had a modicum of conscience left in him. He belatedly realized that he shouldn’t have done that in Oliver’s face.

He quickly kept his phone in his pocket. “Whatever it is, Oliver, I want you to be well. As for Fanny, for all we know, she’s in heaven waiting for you until the day you die—until both of you are reincarnated as husband and wife in your next life.”

Oliver said flatly, “Don’t comfort others if you don’t know how to.”

It wasn’t that Julian didn’t know how to comfort others. Rather, he didn’t know how to comfort men.

If Diana was the one who had her heart broken, he would have a hundred ways to cheer her up. He would be able to help her walk out of her sadness in the shortest time possible.

Despite Julian’s clumsy efforts at comforting him, Oliver looked to be in better spirits.

At the very least, the light had returned to his eyes.

tightened his grip over his phone, and reminded Oliver firmly,

Oliver nodded. “I won’t.”

on the bed, his entire head covered by a soft pillow. Only a small part of his face was exposed, making for a silly

saw you like this right now, she definitely wouldn’t bear to leave,” Julian lamented, before finally

to lock his door and leave. He pulled out a laptop connected to the surveillance camera, wanting

no

curled up into a ball on the couch, her

only a small part of her

Very good.

stopped

past two days, she

surveillance cameras, she glared at it with a burning

that didn’t mean she couldn’t receive any messages from

had been talking about how she, Fanny Smith,

Dead!

the industry after getting married, slipped and fell on a rainy day. She had died along with her baby in her womb, leaving her husband so desperately miserable that he committed suicide at home in

news didn’t mention her much,

being such a dedicated and loving husband, on top of being an

Hah!

Dedicated and loving?