211 Ch. 210: Charles Browning

She was crying.

Julian may have been turned into a bird due to being a trusting idiot, but he wasn't a deaf trusting idiot. And although Winter did a spectacular job at muffling the noise, Julian was all too familiar with even the faintest of sounds.

His mind involuntarily fluttered back to when he had still been with his ex-wife. She had cried just so under the covers, her back facing him as she tried to hide the sound. Back then, Julian had been too much of a coward to acknowledge the pain that he knew he was indirectly the source of. She had been a simple woman with a few desires, something that the then ambitious Julian had found very compatible for his career goals. And it had worked meticulously for a time: the beautiful homemaker wife, the corporate maverick husband, their two kids, a dog, and a picket fence.

But their downfall had begun when Julian wanted more.