Mr. CEO Your Wife Has Wanted a Divorce for a Long Time novel Chapter 458

**Freedom 458**

**Chapter 458**

Yves caught sight of it as well.

In that fleeting moment, they only managed to glimpse the woman’s back, her features obscured from view. Yet, an undeniable instinct surged within Rex, compelling him to believe that the figure before them was none other than Julia.

After all, Julia shared a close bond with Franklin’s daughter, Isabella. The connection was palpable, woven through countless shared moments and laughter.

Rex’s eyes darted back to the scene a couple more times, and when he witnessed Isabella joyfully leap into the embrace of that woman, a rush of conflicting emotions washed over him. He felt a strange mix of happiness for Isabella and a pang of something deeper, something he couldn’t quite place. “Let’s go,” he urged Yves, his voice steady yet tinged with an unspoken weight.

Yves, who had also come to the same conclusion regarding the woman’s identity, raised an eyebrow in surprise. “You’re not going to say hello?” he inquired, a hint of disbelief coloring his tone.

Rex’s response was curt and resolute. “Let’s go.” There was no room for debate in his voice, and Yves, sensing the finality in Rex’s words, nodded, accepting the decision as they turned away from the scene.

Meanwhile, on the other side, Maggie remained blissfully unaware of their presence, lost in her own world.

At that moment, life continued at the Brown residence.

The clock had already ticked past five in the afternoon. Julia, clutching her phone tightly, contemplated reaching out to Franklin. She wanted to suggest they share dinner together, to reconnect, even if just for a fleeting moment.

With a deep breath, she dialed his number. The call connected, but silence echoed on the other end.

Minutes trickled by, and after more than twenty long minutes without a response, Julia found herself staring at her phone, disappointment creeping in. She sighed, the weight of unspoken words heavy in her chest, and finally decided against calling again.

Pushing herself up from the couch, she made her way downstairs to grab something refreshing to drink. Just then, Janice and Old Mrs. Brown returned from their outing, their cheerful chatter filling the air.

“Back already?” Julia greeted them, forcing a smile, though it didn’t quite reach her eyes.

As the evening unfolded, they decided to stay for dinner, the warmth of the villa enveloping them. Isabella was in high spirits, her laughter ringing like music, and she couldn’t bear the thought of leaving just yet. The idea of stargazing from the rooftop was too enticing to resist. “Please, can we stay? I heard the stars will be especially bright tonight!” she pleaded, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

Maggie hesitated, a frown creasing her brow. “Mom didn’t bring a change of clothes. Maybe next time,” she suggested, trying to quell Isabella’s enthusiasm.

But Franklin, ever the accommodating father, chimed in, “If you need anything, the staff can prepare it for you.” His tone was light, but there was an underlying tension that Maggie could sense.

Isabella nodded eagerly, her enthusiasm undeterred. “Right! We didn’t bring any either. They can get us some—it’ll be quick!”

Maggie’s frown deepened as she glanced at Franklin, her thoughts racing.

He poured her a glass of water, a smile gracing his lips. “You’ve been busy with work. Isn’t it nice to relax a little?” he asked, trying to lighten the mood.

But Maggie’s expression only darkened further. Was that really the point of all this?