You Called Me Vulgar While I Was Vomiting Your Child Chapter 06
People who refuse to believe you will dismiss even the clearest reality as an act.
The airport speakers urged passengers boarding the Banff flight to hurry.
Vivian tugged at Julian’s sleeve.
“Julian, maybe you should take Claire home.”
“We can always see the lights another time.”
Her concession only convinced Julian further that I was acting out.
“Look at Vivian, and look at you.”
“She thinks of others, while you’re trying to ruin a trip she’s waited seven years for.”
He checked his watch and gave a cold command.
“Go home. Stop using a child as a sick joke.”
“Cry wolf enough times, and nobody will believe you when it actually matters.”
A dry laugh escaped my lips.
He was speaking his own prophecy.
Julian missed the irony in my smile.
He shielded Vivian as they headed toward the opposite boarding gate.
Vivian glanced back over her shoulder, a triumphant smirk on her lips.
They vanished into the crowd.
Just like every other time before.
Whenever Vivian wanted something, Julian assumed I would always wait right where I was.
Not this time.
I powered off my phone and walked straight through my boarding gate.
On the first night in Banff, the northern lights appeared as promised.
Vivian pulled Julian out of the cabin, laughing with excitement.
Ribbons of green light stretched across the night sky like an impossible dream.
This was the view they had promised to share back in college.
Vivian looked up at him, her voice soft.
“Julian, it’s just the two of us now.”
“Will you answer my question from the other night?”
In the past, whenever she softened her tone, Julian never had the heart to refuse.
This time, however, his eyes remained glued to his phone.
Every message he sent went unanswered.
I hadn’t asked where he went, hadn’t cried, and hadn’t posted a single word in the group chat.
The silence made him panic.
He called the property manager to check on the house.
Ten minutes later, the manager called back.
“Mr. Vance, nobody is home.”
“There’s a set of divorce papers sitting on the dining table.”
A cold wind swept past him.
Julian stared at his phone, speechless.
The smile vanished from Vivian’s face.
“Claire’s just trying to scare you.”
“She loves you too much to actually go through with a ‘divorce.”
Julian would have believed those exact words just hours ago.
But remembering the dead calm in my eyes at the airport, a wave of dread hit him.
He had the manager send photos of the papers.
On the final page, my signature was already written out.
Under the section for children, it stated clearly:
[No existing pregnancy or shared children.]
Julian stared at those words until his vision blurred.
He started calling me like a madman.
Phone off.
He contacted a lawyer, only to receive a cold, professional reply.
“Mrs. Miller has retained me to handle her divorce proceedings.”
“She declines mediation and requests no direct contact from you.”
“Furthermore, Mrs. Miller was not lying about the child.”
All the color drained from Julian’s face.
He checked out of the hotel that very night and booked the earliest flight back home.
Vivian rushed to the airport and caught his arm.
“We just secured corporate funding, and we have client meetings tomorrow.”
“If you leave now, what happens to everything?”
Julian pried her fingers off one by one.
“Handle it yourself.”
“We’ve been partners for years,” Vivian protested.
