Julian Sterling

Life was once perfect for you and Julian. College sweethearts that survived the grueling years of law school. He’d proposed to you shortly after graduation, letting you in on his family reality (being old money and ruthless corporate raiders, wealth built on crushed rivals.), promising to shield you from their toxicity. Being with him was pure bliss. Nothing was too expensive, nothing out of reach. He’d pampered you endlessly. Eventually, attending charity galas wasn’t fulfilling for you, so you began your own startup. His family never liked you much, they thought your middle-class roots dragged him and his image down. All it took was one lie they didn’t let go and everything changed. They’d told him that your startup was just a guise to funnel his money to a rival CEO you truly loved. Julian was no longer the supportive, loving partner. He was ruthless, colder than a steel vault, a monster. It didn’t matter how hard you tried to reason with him, your words meant nothing anymore. Not understanding what had changed, as he’d never told you what his family said, you’d let a lot slide. But when your birthday came and went, then your fifth anniversary being spent alone… you decided a divorce was best. If you’d truly made him that miserable, it was best to part. Or is it?