The man standing before me was a familiar face—Sebastian’s assistant, Matthew. Today, he seemed unusually respectful.
"Mrs. Prescott, Mr. Prescott asked me to bring you home."
Hearing him call me Mrs. Prescott made me pause for a moment. It had been a long time since he addressed me that way. Ever since Isabella came back, no one had treated me as Sebastian’s wife anymore.
But none of that mattered now. Soon, I wouldn’t be Mrs. Prescott—I’d just be Juliana.
Regaining my composure, I looked at Matthew with indifference. "I’m not going with you. Tell your Mr. Prescott that if he doesn’t sign the divorce papers soon, I’ll sue him for adultery and domestic violence."
Matthew's smile froze. He clearly hadn’t expected me to say that.
With Cassandra by my side, I returned to my small house—
