Chapter 7
I can’t even remember how long it had been since I felt this free and relaxed.
Back when I was with Julian, I was always forced to go out barefaced to protect his fragile ego. If I dressed up even a little, he
would manipulate me, accusing me of vanity and pretension.
Those youthful ten years turned into my most disheveled decade.
Julian claimed he was helping me control any overspending habits. Yet, whenever he chose things for himself, he always picked
the most expensive ones–never caring about quality—and in the end, I was always the one paying.
Now that I left him, it felt like the real Clara Whitmore had finally come back to life.
As I passed Julian, I heard him mutter harshly, “Humph, she’s dressed so extravagantly—what a wasteful woman!”
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Hearing that, I stopped in my tracks, turned around, and looked down at him condescendingly. “Mr. Lancaster, please rethink
your words. I’m spending my own money. It has nothing to do with you. So, it’s none of your business what I buy or how I spend
it.”
As soon as I finished speaking, Julian’s face turned red, veins popping on his forehead as if I had struck a nerve.
“Your Honor!” Julian suddenly shouted at the judge. “I want to sue Clara Whitmore! She’s pregnant with my child. I demand
custody of the child and half of her assets!”
Custody? Assets?
