Julian’s pov.
The next day. I was still sleeping when I heard a hurried knock on my door. I opened my fatigued eyes and I had to stretch myself a little on the bed.
I felt a loud bang in my head. “Who is that and what the hell do you want?” I responded with frustration visible on my lips.
“It's your mother. Can I come in?” Hearing that, I wanted to get up from my bed. Only for me to remember that I didn't even lock the door.
“Come in.” I said those words while I remained relaxed on the bed.
My mother stepped into the room and she approached me on the bed. “Julian. Tell me the truth. Did you send your wife packing?” She asked me.
I was surprised that what my mother asked was what was bothering her. I never expected it. I had thought she didn't want to see her. Why would she come all
