His Belated Love for the Abandoned Ex-Wife Chapter 150: Unexpected Reunion

Beatrice stood up slowly, supported by Vivian, and sank onto the bench. Her voice was hoarse but steady. "For two years she was married to Julian, and none of you treated her like family—not even Julian. She did the right thing by leaving him."

Jenny was fuming, her voice cracking with tears. "I just don't get it. Julian never even liked Iris. Why's he torturing himself over getting forced into a divorce?"

In the corner, Caleb leaned against the wall lazily, still glued to his phone. His tone was laid-back but dead-on. "Twelve years of caring that much, only to get betrayed and left. Anyone would fall apart."

Jenny froze, confused. "What?"

Right then, the emergency room door swung open again. A nurse hurried out, holding a third critical condition notice. Her voice was heavy. "Please sign this."

Every member of the Everhart family felt their hearts drop to the floor.

For Iris, divorce wasn't the end. It was the start of taking her life back.

Ethan often asked her, "Julian's a good guy. Do you two still have a shot?"

Iris brushed it off. "We're divorced. I'm not looking back, and I don't have any fantasies or hopes for him. I'm gonna take care of myself and stop stressing over things I can't control."

But losing her marriage and her career all at once—she'd be lying if she said it didn't sting.

She knew healing wasn't about time. It was about letting go of the past and making peace with it.

She decided to go on a road trip.

Alone in her car, she traveled far just to see the aurora, a sight she had always dreamed of witnessing.

Six months later...

In December, down south, the weather was not too cold.

It was ten days before Christmas. Iris wrapped up her six-month trip and drove home.

She didn't tell her parents or brother, wanting to surprise them.

It was ten o'clock at night.

Iris stood in a dark alley, staring at the house that was half torn down. A little fear creeped up on her.

She got back in her car, pulled out her phone, and called Ethan.

"Ethan, why'd they tear down our rental house?"

"They're doing demolition here. The landlord kicked us out two months ago. You're home?"

"Yeah, just got here."

"I'll send you the address."

"Okay."

After hanging up, Iris started the car and pulled out of the dark alley.

She typed the address Ethan sent her into the navigation while she drove.

The city was bustling at night, neon lights glowing bright.

The more she drove, the weirder it felt. The roads looked familiar.

Until the navigation led her to the gate of the community where she'd lived for two years... She was totally stunned.

She pulled out her phone and checked the address again. It was definitely here.

Confused, she dialed Ethan again.

"Ethan, did you send the wrong address?"

"No, it's right. Julian let us stay in his house for free."

Iris's heart twinged. She couldn't say a word, a weird mix of helplessness and anger bubbling up inside her.

Before she left, she gave her mom enough money for a year's rent. She never thought they'd go bother her ex.

It was so frustrating.

Iris drove into the community, grabbed her suitcase, and pushed it toward the building.

Suddenly, she stopped short.

Not far away, Julian was walking toward her.

He was tall and straight, wearing a long black wool coat over a white shirt—simple but sharp, calm with a faint, cold softness.

Iris was shocked. Seeing him again after six months made her heart race and her breath catch. She forgot how to act.

When he got closer, Julian's deep eyes locked on her face. His voice was low and magnetic. "Iris, long time no see."

Iris flustered, answering softly, "Long time no see."

She'd thought they'd never meet again after the divorce. She never planned how to be around him without feeling awkward.

She definitely didn't want to be friends with her ex.

Julian held out his hand. "Let me take that suitcase."

Iris snapped out of her daze. "No, I got it myself."

After she just finished, Julian ignored her and reached for the suitcase anyway.

His warm hand covered hers as he grabbed the handle. She pulled her hand back fast, her heart pounding.

"Your hands are a little cold. Go inside."

"Yeah." Iris nodded.

Julian started walking ahead.

It was late, and the air was cold.

Iris didn't want to waste time standing around.

No one said she had to cut off all contact with her ex after divorce.

There was no need to make it such a big deal.

Iris caught up. "Do you live with my parents?"

"No. I bought a small apartment upstairs."

Iris let out a sigh of relief, walking beside him, polite but distant. "Thank you. After Christmas, I'll find a new place soon. We won't bother you for long."

Julian smiled bitterly, his gentle tone laced with helplessness. "You never tell me anything. Your dad was sick, your brother got scammed, you sold your company, you..."

Iris cut him off. "Julian, we're divorced."

Julian's eyes darkened, and he went quiet.

On the quiet path, dim yellow light fell on them, stretching their black shadows across the ground. A weird, heavy tension hung between them, broken only by their slow, steady footsteps.