I Tore The Marriage Form In Half And Walked Away Forever Chapter 05
Julian dropped to his knees and snatched up the pregnancy report.
His eyes raced across the page.
Shock flooded his face.
Then pure joy.
He shoved Kaylee away so suddenly she nearly stumbled.
“Clara!”
He rushed toward me.
“You’re pregnant?”
His voice cracked with excitement.
“We’re having a baby? I’m going to be a father?”
A huge grin spread across his face.
“I knew it. I knew God wouldn’t give up on us.”
He grabbed my hands.
“Have the baby. We’ll get married immediately. We’ll go get our marriage license tomorrow if we
have to.”
Beside us, Julian’s mother finally recovered from her shock.
Tears instantly filled her eyes.
She hurried over, pushed Kaylee aside, and seized my hands.
“Oh, sweetheart!”
Her entire attitude had changed.
“You finally did it. You’re carrying the first grandchild of the Thorne family.”
She guided me toward the couch.
“Sit down. Don’t overexert yourself.”
I stared at the two of them.
The speed of their transformation made me sick.
I yanked my hand away.
Then stepped back.
“Yesterday afternoon, I scheduled an abortion.”
The smile vanished from Julian’s face.
I continued.
“This child will never have a father as disgusting as you.”
The joy in his eyes shattered.
He shot to his feet.
His eyes turned red.
“Clara, I swear.”
He raised his right hand as if taking an oath.
“I’ll never speak to Kaylee again.”
His words tumbled out desperately.
“I’ll make her leave. I’ll transfer the house into your name. I’ll give you anything.”
His voice broke.
“Just don’t get rid of our baby.”
Julian’s mother was practically panicking.
She slapped her thighs anxiously.
“Clara, how can you be so heartless?”
Her voice rose higher and higher.
“The adults made mistakes, not the child. That baby is innocent.”
Tears streamed down her face.
“How can you take away his chance to live?”
I pointed toward the open front door.
“Get out.”
My voice was ice cold.
“My body. My decision.”
I looked at both of them.
“You don’t get a vote.”
For several seconds nobody moved.
Then suddenly a shrill scream pierced the room.
Kaylee.
She bent down and grabbed one of the shattered ceramic shards from the floor.
Before anyone could stop her, she pressed the jagged edge against her throat.
The sharp porcelain instantly cut her skin.
A thin line of blood appeared.
“If you’re all going to be one big happy family, then maybe I should just die!”
She sobbed hysterically and bolted toward the door.
Julian’s face drained of color.
He looked at me.
For one brief second.
Then he turned.
“Kaylee!”
He sprinted after her.
“Don’t do anything stupid! Put that down!”
As he chased her outside, he glanced back at me.
“Clara, wait for me! I’ll come back as soon as I deal with this!”
I watched the two of them disappear through the doorway.
I didn’t even have the energy to laugh anymore.
Between me and his first love, Julian would choose her every single time.
Without hesitation.
Without fail.
That man wasn’t worth another second of my emotions.
That night, a violent storm rolled over the city.
Rain hammered the streets.
Wind rattled the windows.
I sat on top of my packed luggage and stared at the empty living room.
After settling Kaylee down, Julian returned to the estate where we’d lived together.
He stood outside the wrought–iron gates.
Then dropped to his knees.
He didn’t even have an umbrella.
Rain soaked him within minutes.
My phone kept buzzing.
Message after message.
Apologies.
Confessions.
Memories.
Promises.
Thousands of words about regret and love and the future he swore we could still have.
I never opened a single one.
I silenced my phone and tossed it onto the table.
If he wanted to kneel there all night, that was his problem.
The next morning, the storm had finally passed.
My father drove me to my appointment.
Julian was still outside the gates.
He was drenched from head to toe.
His lips were pale from the cold.
The moment he saw me, his eyes lit up.
He struggled to stand.
His legs gave out immediately, and he collapsed back onto the pavement.
“Clara…”
Hope filled his voice.
“You forgave me, didn’t you?”
I walked right past him.
Without a word.
Without even looking at him.
Then I opened the door of the waiting taxi parked by the curb and got in.
