Praying for Her Love (Julia Rivera) novel Chapter 5

Chapter 5

The scheduled upload was a recording of my “final words”. It was also my farewell to my sham of a

marriage.

As the video continued to rile the public into a frenzy, I sat in an apartment in an unfamiliar city, far away

from my past.

There were no Riveras here, nor was there a Randell-only a small quiet room and a glass door that led to

the balcony.

I started my new life under a new identity. I said goodbye to my past self who always had to tread carefully and had suffered neglect in the name of love.

No one knew where I was hiding, and no one knew that I had already made peace with the idea of growing old alone.

When I first moved to this city, I refused to engage with anyone. I used as few words as possible when it

came to grocery shopping, renting the apartment, and even paying the utility bills.

People found me aloof and strange, and they eventually stopped trying to talk to me, which was exactly

what I wanted.

With my savings, I opened a small art studio that specialized in teaching children how to draw.

Previously, I had thought that my talent would destine me to stand under the spotlight at art exhibitions

and earn countless applause and admiration from people.

But now, I only wanted to draw simple lines in peace and teach innocent children.

A month later, Eric Dunlop, the staffer at the company that helped me fake my death, informed me that

Randell was looking for me.

“Looking for me?” I scoffed before I continued coldly, “I’m already dead. Why is he still looking for me?”

“He’s been to your gallery and has even tried reaching out to your former friends. But don’t worry. We have

strict protective measures in place. He won’t be able to find anything,” Eric reassured me.

“According to our information, he spiraled into deep guilt and pain after the incident. The police told him

that the currents in that area were too strong, so there was likely no possibility for survival.

“He’s been back to the site many times looking for leads, and he even had people investigate your whereabouts, but all to no avail.”

I listened quietly as I lightly tapped my fingers on the table, as if I were listening to a story that had nothing to do with me.

Eric paused before adding, “Ms. Julia, your Twitter post and that video have become his worst nightmare. Those scheduled posts of yours exposed his coldness and neglect, and caused him to lose all dignity in

the eyes of the public.

“His reputation is completely ruined. Everyone now knows that his heart was never with you, but with May

instead.”

I chuckled lightly as my gaze fell out the window.

His reputation was ruined? Well, that was his own fault.

He kept treating our marriage like a joke, and now, he was finally facing the consequences.

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