Refusing To Divorce (Julia and Harry)

The following day, when Arya was admitted to the hospital, Jubalstopped by around noon and unexpectedly ran into Harry. who had hurried back.

Their encounter at the hospital elevator was unexpected. Harry had dropped everything to rush back because Arya was hospitalized. Julia marveled at the depth of his love and the sacrifices he was willing to make.

Harry's face was stoic as he caught sight of Julia, his gaze icy as it swept over her surprised expression.

With a sarcastic edge, he asked, "Did you come to the hospital to check if Arya survived?"

Julia snapped back with a smirk. "Yes, and if Arya's still kicking. I might as well finish the job"

Harry was taken aback by Julia's audacious words.

Julia, noticing the alarm in Harry's eyes, leaned closer and teased, "Do you want to know the real reason I came here!" Before Harry could respond, she continued playfully, "Honestly, I came to put an end to Arya. When no one's looking. I'll pull out a sharp knife from my ba Julia's flippant tone left Harry unsettled, wondering about the lengths she might go to in his absence.

Julia couldn't help but burst into laughter at Harry's perplexed expression. The people in the elevator turned around in shock and disbelief, their eyes wide as they subtly edged away from her, treating her like someone to be wary of.

Julia's smile widened, blooming beautifully as the elevator doors opened. She stepped out first, her movements graceful, with Harry trailing close behind, lost in thought.

People often remarked on Julia's beauty and her model-

like figure. If she were not married to Harry, she would undoubtedly have a slew of admirers. Even now, as Harry's wife, if Julia walked alone on the street, men would still approach her, eager to get her contact information.

As Harry followed her, an image of Julia flashed through his mind, and he smirked. Perhaps he had become too accustomed to beautiful women; he thought people had exaggerated Julia's allure. To him, she seemed quite ordinary; he believed he could easily find someon Perhaps this was Harry's underestimation of Julia's charm, seeing her as plain.

Julia reached the door of the hospital room, but before she could open it, Harry quickly stepped ahead, gently pushing her aside to open the door himself.

Inside, Arya looked up and immediately her eyes filled with tears as she saw Harry. She was visibly thrilled, ready to throw herself into his arms.

Julia, entering slowly, caught Arya's initial reaction. Had she been the one entering, Arya's pretense would have been obvious

As she watched Harry and Arya embrace emotionally, Julia suddenly felt like an outsider. She couldn't understand why Arya, suffering only from a cold and a night in the hospital, needed such dramatic care. A cold could be treated with simple medicine; there was no need f Yet, the way Harry looked at Arya, one would think she was on her deathbed.

Julia was about to leave when Arya's voice stopped her. "Harry, please don't blame Julia. It's all my fault. I knew she had important things to do, yet I went out. I should have waited at home for her."

From the doorway, Julia gave Arya a discreet thumbs up, Harry with his back to Julia, remained oblivious to her gesture..

Harry brushed Arya's cheek gently, his eyes soft with affection. ve told her that nothing is more important than you."

Julia couldn't hide her disgust. She thought to herself, "What's this? A melodrama where I'm the villain who should seek forgiveness

"Harry, really, it's not Julia's fault. She already went out of her way to look after me. I can manage on my own" Arya continued, her tone earnest.

Julia knew this game well-every woman knew that a gentle approach often worked best.

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Feeling weary from standing, Julia shifted her stance, crossed her arms, and leaned against the wall. Her gaze fixed on Arya, she waited to see what else Arya might say to paint her in a bad light. "Julia!" Harry's voice was a low growl, snapping her out of her thoughts.Content provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

Julia walked slowly to stand in front of Harry, her voice calm but firm. I'm right here, Harry. No need to yell. Wouldn't want to disturb your darling Arya, who's still recovering, would we?

Arya, far from intimidated, seemed almost pleased to witness the confrontation. She knew well how to play her cards right, unlike Julia, who never backed down in front of Harry.

Their marriage had always been turbulent, more a contract than a covenant, and Harry's feelings for her were lukewarm at best. Fortunately, Julia was clear-eyed and resilient, not easily swayed by Harry's charms. "Do you feel any responsibility for this situation?" Harry asked Julia directly, challenging her to acknowledge her part in their ongoing strife.

Julia tilted her head, unable to gauge Harry's mood, but Arya's smug smile was unmistakable, and it almost made Julia laugh.

"It seems Miss Hill has already cleared me of any involvement, so how could I possibly be responsible?" Julia's tone was dry and to the point, which visibly upset Arya.

Harry knew better than to expect Julia to say anything that would ease the tension. In his view, Julia had a knack for turning/ situations in her favor, never allowing anyone to pin blame on her.

"You agree, don't you, Miss Hill?" Julia asked, her smile sharp. If Arya contradicted her now, she would only expose her own spitefulness.

Arya, cornered by Julia's clever words, shot a glare at Julia before turning to Harry with a plaintive look. "Harry, my being sick isn't Julia's fault. Please, don't blame her. I'm just grateful you came back so quickly."

Then, seamlessly. Arya leaned into Harry's embrace, her voice soft. "I'm so touched you came back for me. Knowing I'm the most important to you is all I need."

Julia observed the scene with a cool detachment. The message from Arya was clear: Arya was the center of Harry's world. It didn't matter that Julia was his wife. Harry would never rush back for her the way he did for Arya. Julia realized that her connection with Harry could never compare to what he and Arya shared.

The room felt too small, the air too thick. Watching Arya and Harry together, oblivious to her presence, was more than Julia could stand.

It wasn't jealousy that gnawed at her-it was the irritation at Arya's smugness that she found unbearable.