"Far away from you? That's not happening." Jotham said determinedly. "Julie, I promise to make it up this time. I truly regret many of my actions then. It may be too hard to forgive me, but you have to. You know we are made for each other, Julie. You know it deep down inside of you."
"No." She shook her head, her face filled with disgust, "we are not made for each other. And why aren't you married yet to Mirabel? After all, you divorced me just because of her." She requested.
When Jotham was about to respond, the door opened forcefully and a giant figure walked in.
"Grandpa," Jotham called, his voice had hints of emotions this time.
The expression on the old man's face speaks clearly that the man is boiling in rage.
"Let go!" The man yelled at Jotham.
Jotham let go of Julie at once. The old man approached her, "Julie..." He called emotionally. The old man almost had tears pouring from his eyes.
The old man had always liked Julie ever since Jotham got married to her. When they divorced five years ago, the old man had scolded Jotham repeatedly, threatening to evict him as the CEO of the family's company as well as stripping him of all his inheritance. He had since told him to find her by all means.
"Grandpa," Julie called softly.
The old man opened his arms wide and she hugged him warmly. After they disengaged, the old man said to her, totally ignoring his grandson, "Julie, it's been so long. Oh... I've missed you. Come with me, please. We have a lot to talk about."
Julie nodded and walked with the man. Soon, they were out of the ward.
"Julie, how could you agree to divorce Jotham without bothering to inform me? You know I'll never have let the divorce happen. You are a very good and beautiful woman, he just doesn't have the eyes to see it." The old man said. They were now both inside his car.
"I knew you wouldn't allow it, that was why I didn't bother telling you, sir. Moreover, I can't keep staying with a man who will never love me, whose heart is clearly with another woman." She said.
The old man sighed painfully; he looked into her ocean-blue eyes and said, 'Your face is now devoid of love, Julie. Will you really not come back to Jotham?" The man's voice was apologetic. As though he was indirectly pleading.
"I'm married to another man, sir." She blurted.
The old man's eyes turned. He lowered his head sadly and remained quiet for a while. When he raised it up again, he said with a sorrowful heart, "There is real no hope for that brat again." He was referring to his grandson.
"As long as you are happy with the man you are married to, Julie..." He nodded slowly, "But don't distance yourself away from me, okay? I'll always be here for you if you need me."
"Alright, sir," Julie said, feeling pity for the old man but there was nothing she could do.
Julie soon departs from the old man. In an hour, she was home. She was about to go wash up when a knock came through to the door.
"Come in." She said and the person behind the door walked in.
"Trevor..." She called as she relaxed tiredly on the couch. Trevor was Dr. T. The one who had acted as her husband. In truth, she was not married. She was a single mother of two beautiful daughters who are twins.
Trevor was his personal assistant and of course, the closest person to her.
"How were you able to escape him?" Trevor asked as he went to sit before her.
"He's not going to hold me forever in that ward, right?" She answered. "His grandfather came through for me."
Trevor sighed, "Julie, there's really not much I can do in this city; we need to return to Glastonbury." At Glastonbury, Trevor has connections with many powerful men over there, but here at Westfort, he's powerless. And by wisdom, he knew it was foolish to be in the bad book of the most powerful man here in Westford, which was Jotham.
Trevor continued, "We clearly can not help his condition anymore. I guess he'll have to get another doctor."
"You are right. That man is a psycho. We'll leave tomorrow. Make preparation."
"Alright." Just as Trevor was about to stand, he checked out the news he just received. His face changed at once.
It took a while before Julie noticed the expression on Trevor's face, "What's the matter?"
"Astrid and Vesper..." He paused, still reading frantically on his phone.
Julie sat upright at once, her heart beating rapidly, "what happened to my daughters?" Astrid and Vesper were the names of her twin.
"They are currently at the hospital."
"Excuse me!" Julie sprang to her feet, panic and fear etched on her face.
Seven minutes later, Julie and Trevor could be seen walking swiftly towards a ward that had just been described for them.
On entering, Julie ran towards her twins, who were lying side by side in different beds. They both seemed asleep.
Just then, the doctor walked in, seeing Julie, he panicked, "Dr. J, are these kids yours?"
"Of course." She answered. "Will they be fine?"
"Yes, they were almost hit by a car, but thankfully, the car didn't hit them. They both fainted out of fear." The doctor explained.
"And why is that man that almost hit them not here? He is supposed to take responsibility for what he did." Julie said.
Just then, the door opened and another person walked in. Julie was shocked to see who the person was, "Mr. Murray?"
Murray was Jotham's closest friend, "Hi, Julie. I'm sorry for what happened to the girls. It's my fault. But... Are they really yours?"
"Yes, they are my daughters." She said. "only because you were good to me in the past will I let it go. Please be careful when driving next time."
Murray nodded slowly; he peeked at the two girls over and over again, then nodded and turned.
Before he could exit the door, Julie swiftly walked up to him, "Murray, can you please not let Jotham know I have kids."
Murray expressed a confused face? He's my best friend. I can't keep anything from him. He already knows you are remarried; why is it a problem if he knows you have kids for your husband? It will, as a matter of fact, disc
ourage him from wanting you back. Unless, of course, there's something you are hiding."
Epilogue The gala was a dazzling success, the grand hall filled with elegant guests dressed in designer outfits and custom suits. Soft classical music floated through the air, mingling with the sounds of conversation and clinking champagne glasses. The fundraiser for their joint medical project with Grandpa had brought in more people than they anticipated. Every table was occupied, and the donation box was overflowing.Julie stood by the entrance with Jotham, a smile lighting up her face as she watched the guests mingle. It was surreal seeing months of hard work finally come to life.“We pulled it off,” Jotham said, his voice filled with pride.She nodded. “We did. It feels amazing, doesn’t it?”Before he could respond, Grandpa made his way toward them, looking as proud as ever. He straightened his bow tie as he approached.“This is a proud moment for all of us. You two did an excellent job. Better than I could have imagined.”Julie beamed. “We couldn’t have done it without you. You
Jotham arrived with the officers, his eyes frantically scanning the scene until they landed on Julie standing by the police car. Without a second thought, he sprinted toward her, his heart pounding in his chest. She saw him and broke into a run, colliding into his arms. He wrapped her up tightly, his breath uneven.“Julie,” he whispered hoarsely. “God, I thought I lost you.”She clung to him, burying her face in his shoulder. The terror of the past hours melted under the strength of his embrace. “I’m okay. I’m safe now.”Jotham pulled back, his hands trembling as they cupped her face. His eyes were dark with guilt and anguish. “I’m sorry, I didn’t protect you. I let Murray get too close. I should’ve seen the signs—”Julie shook her head firmly, cutting him off. “None of this is your fault. Murray made his own choices. Don’t carry this.”“But I let you down,” he insisted. “I was so caught up in clearing my name that I didn’t think about how vulnerable that made you. I should’ve protect
Immediately the officers left Julie set out to check if Jotham’s CCTV had captured Murray. Her hope was dashed when she realized it hadn’t.Of course, Murray was smarter than letting himself be captured when he was planting evidence.She had to go to Grandpa immediately; they couldn’t figure out what to do. She couldn’t go to the officers and tell them about Murray when she had no evidence to prove her words.She got into one of Jotham’s cars and made for his grandpa’s house. Julie gripped the steering wheel tightly, her eyes darting between the road and the rearview mirror when she felt like she was being followed. Murray’s black sedan had been trailing her for the past fifteen minutes. Her heart raced as she pressed the gas, hoping to lose him before reaching Grandpa’s estate. She couldn’t let him know where she was headed.“Stay calm,” she muttered to herself.Her car swerved onto a side street, tires screeching. She glanced back—Murray was still behind her, persistent and aggres
C68 Jotham gripped the steering wheel as he drove down the quiet, winding road toward home. The evening had been tense, and silence stretched between him and Julie. She sat beside him, arms crossed, her gaze fixed out the window.The twins were staying over with his grandpa because the old man had insisted that Julie needed time to process what had happened to her, especially now that they’d found Marcus’s body.Julie loved her twins to death but she needed time to think. She felt a bit guilty because she was no doubt the reason Murray had killed Marcus.The man was not okay in the head. But did he deserve to die? Julie didn’t think so. The sudden ring of Jotham’s phone broke the silence. Jotham glanced at the screen—it was the officer in charge of Marcus’s case. His stomach tightened. He hesitated but answered on speaker.“Jotham speaking.”The officer’s voice was firm, all business. “Where are you right now?”“Driving home. Why?”“You need to come down to the station immediately.
Jotham felt the bed dip before Julie’s body heat engulfed him as he lay on his bed. She’d taken another long shower but he spoke nothing of it. “Are you good?” He asked quietly, holding his breath for a moment when she didn’t give him an immediate answer. Julie sucked in a deep breath and allowed the lie to slip out from between her lips. “I’m fine.” Jotham wished she would tell him the truth so he could make it better.“Do you need to talk to a therapist? I know what you went through was traumatizing, Julie; it could alter you forever. It’s completely fine if you don’t want to talk to me, but we can get a professional.”Julie didn’t want to be a bitch but she also didn’t want to deal with what happened or that it was his best friend that was the genesis of her anxiety. “You don’t have to do anything for me. I’ll be fine.” Then she felt bad because she knew what happened wasn’t really his fault. “I promise, you don’t have to worry about me.” Truth was Jotham couldn’t stop worryin
The house was completely quiet when Julie woke up. She no longer felt like she was dying, and the fever was almost gone. There was a tray of biscuits and freshly pressed juice by her side which she quickly devoured as she was so famished. She didn't even dare to care what Murray could’ve put in the food.Now that she had a little strength, she took the time to study her room. It was on the last floor and the only view from the window was a wide span of water. They must be on an island which would make it harder for her to escape.She waited until the entire house was quiet and she couldn’t hear Murray move around before she opened her door. She was surprised to find it unlocked.She walked down the dark hallway quietly, looking around to make sure there was no other person in the house. The entire house turned out to be empty. The house was wide. Most of the rooms were was mostly void. There was a wall clock that wasn’t even working on the wall of the particular room she was standin