The Divorced Military Queen Awakens (by Sadie Baxter) novel Chapter 590

**TITLE: Military 590**
**Chapter 590 Ashes As Bait**

In the labyrinth of Joaquin’s twisted heart, there remained but a single flicker of warmth: the memory of Julius’ mother. It was a connection that transcended time and space, a bond that had the power to draw him from the depths of his darkness.

“Precisely,” Julius confessed, his voice steady yet laced with an undercurrent of determination. “I plan to use my mother’s ashes as bait to pull him into the light.”

“Her… ashes?” Quinn echoed, her brow furrowing as she processed the gravity of his words.

With a steely resolve, he elaborated, “I’ve positioned a small army around her grave to ensure her sanctity. Should Joaquin choose to remain hidden, I will relocate the urn to a secret, permanent location. He will spend the remainder of his days searching for her, only to find her lost to him forever.”

The audacity of his plan sent a chill through Quinn, a shiver that ran down her spine. It was a ruthless strategy, one that felt as cold as the winter winds that howled outside their home.

Quinn could almost envision Joaquin’s face twisting in fury upon hearing this ultimatum. The thought of it brought a grim satisfaction; she knew he would sooner contemplate taking his own son’s life than accept the loss of his mother.

“So, he will reveal himself then?” she asked, her voice steady, though uncertainty danced in her mind.

“He has no other option,” Julius replied, his gaze unwavering. “I will allow him to choose the time and the place, but when he arrives, I will be ready with my trap. There will be no escape for him this time.”

Quinn frowned, the weight of the plan settling heavily on her shoulders. The timeline was entirely in Joaquin’s control, a fact that made her uneasy.

She hadn’t anticipated Julius would resort to such drastic measures, yet here they stood on the precipice of confrontation.

“Very well,” she said, her voice firm. “When the moment comes, we will face him together. Until then, we need to devise a plan that will truly work.”

Julius regarded her with a mixture of gratitude and admiration. Here was a woman, resolute and unyielding, willing to stand beside him as the storm approached.

“Agreed,” he murmured softly, his demeanor shifting as he lowered his lashes, concealing the turmoil that flickered within his eyes.

What he kept hidden, however, was his intention to confront Joaquin alone. He could not guarantee his own safety and had no desire to drag Quinn—or their unborn child—into the chaos that awaited. This was a matter of Whitethorn blood, and he intended to resolve it on his own terms.

**Chapter 590 Ashes As Bait**

Night enveloped the Whitethorn residence, cloaking it in a serene yet heavy silence. Quinn found herself curled up on the sofa, her hand resting gently on the curve of her pregnancy, when a sudden craving surged within her like a tidal wave: she yearned for ice cream, and nothing else would satisfy her.

Julius glanced up from the ledger that lay across his lap, his brow arching in gentle surprise. “Ice cream?” he inquired, curiosity evident in his tone.

“Mm,” Quinn replied, her voice tinged with bewilderment at her own longing. She had never been one to indulge in sweets; usually, a single spoonful would suffice. Yet tonight, the very thought of cold cream melting on her tongue felt urgent, as if the tiny life growing within her had rewritten her desires without her consent.

Pregnancy had transformed her culinary landscape, tilting familiar flavors into oblivion and introducing bizarre new cravings in their place, as though the little one inside her were an artist, painting her palate with bold, unexpected strokes.

Some evenings, she found herself reaching for a handful of plums, while on others, it was shiny grapes or the crisp crunch of an apple—cravings that arrived without warning and vanished just as quickly, leaving her chuckling at the delightful absurdity of it all.

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