Seven Years of Devotion: He Left Me to Die, I Left Him for Good Chapter 07

Seven Years of Devotion: He Left Me to Die, I Left Him for Good Chapter 07

The plane landed in Kingsport. 

An ambulance drove straight onto the tarmac. 

I was lifted onto a stretcher. 

Adrian tried to follow, but the medical staff stopped him. 

“Family members can’t come. There’s no room 

in the ambulance.” 

“I’m her husband!” Adrian shouted. 

“Sorry. The patient said she doesn’t want to see you. It could affect her vital signs.” 

The nurse shut the door without another word 

I stayed in the hospital for half a month. 

During those two weeks, Adrian came countless times. 

My parents turned him away every single time. 

My dad had a temper. He chased Adrian off twice with a broom. 

Adrian stood downstairs, getting drenched in the rain, baking under the sun, putting on hist little suffering act. 

Sophie disappeared. 

I heard Adrian had kicked her out of the company and cut off her credit cards. 

I didn’t care. 

Half a month later, I was discharged. 

With the cast still on my leg, I went to a law firm in a wheelchair. 

The lawyer handed me the drafted divorce agreement. 

“Ms. Hart, given Mr. Foster’s abandonment of his spouse during a critical situation, we can claim a larger share of the assets.” 

“No need.” 

I signed the agreement. 

“I only want what’s mine. I don’t want to be tied 

to him for even one more second.” 

I mailed the agreement to Adrian’s company. 

That very afternoon, Adrian showed up at my 

house. 

He had lost a lot of weight, unshaven, with hollowed eyes. 

“Clara, I’m not signing.” 

He tore the agreement into pieces and scattered them across the floor. 

“I’m not getting a divorce. Not unless I’m dead.” 

I sat on the couch, quietly watching him lose. 

control. 

“Adrian, do you know my leg might never fully 

recover?” I said. 

Adrian froze. 

“The doctor said it will ache on rainy days. No intense exercise. And I might not… be able to have children.” 

That last word hit him like a hammer. 

He staggered, almost collapsing to his knees. 

“No… that can’t be… medicine is so advanced 

now…” 

“It was because of that journey,” I said, looking at my leg. “The fracture wasn’t treated in time. Bone fragments damaged nerves and blood vessels. If I had been in that car, even squeezed 

in somewhere, it wouldn’t have ended like this.” 

Adrian covered his face and broke down 

completely. 

“Clara… just kill me… please, just kill me…” 

He dropped to his knees, slapping himself again and again. 

The sharp sound of each slap echoed through the living room. 

I watched him, feeling nothing. 

If anything, it was just… noisy. 

“Adrian, stop the act.” I said. “You’re not sorry for hurting me. You’re sorry you lost your perfect wife. Sorry you have to live with being the man who abandoned her. If you actually 

feel guilty, sign the papers.” 

Adrian looked up, his face streaked with tears. 

“Give me one chance. Just one. If you still want to leave after a year, I’ll walk away with nothing.” 

“No.” I shook my head. “I want out now. If you don’t sign, I’ll take it to court. I’ll make everything public. Your company’s board will find it very interesting.” 

Adrian’s expression changed. 

As a regional director, his reputation was his future. 

He looked at me like I was someone he no longer knew, his eyes full of despair. 

“Clara… do you really have to be this ruthless?” 

“You were ruthless first.” 

I pointed at the door. 

“Get out.” 

Adrian stood up and looked at me one last time. 

There was regret, resentment… and something darker. 

Then he left. 

Three days later, I received the signed divorce. papers. 

Along with a check for five million dollars as compensation. 

I tore it up and threw it in the trash. 

I wasn’t selling my pain. 

What I wanted was a clean break. 

The day I received the divorce decree, it rained heavily in Kingsport. 

I stood outside the courthouse, staring at the gray sky. 

Raindrops hit my face, cool and sharp. 

I took a deep breath. 

There was no smell of smoke. No trace of 

blood. 

Only the scent of freedom.