I Tore The Marriage Form In Half And Walked Away Forever Chapter 08
After Julian married Kaylee, their life turned into a complete disaster.
Kaylee’s crippling insecurity only got worse. Once she had the marriage certificate, her controlling nature came out in full force.
She demanded access to Julian’s live location twenty–four hours a day. Every hour, on the hour, he had to answer a video call so she could verify where he was.
Julian eventually managed to find another job, but if he didn’t respond to a text immediately, Kaylee would show up at his workplace without warning.
She cried. She screamed. She threw tantrums.
Every visit turned the office upside down.
Before long, Julian had become a social outcast at work. Nobody wanted to be associated with him. He couldn’t even get assigned to a basic project.
Every day felt like suffocating under a weight he couldn’t escape..
Pregnancy only made Kaylee more unstable.
One afternoon, Julian handed a document to a female coworker.
That was all it took.
Kaylee immediately convinced herself they were having an affair.
Eight months pregnant, she stormed into his office and started smashing everything she could get
her hands on.
Computers.
Files.
Office equipment.
Anything within reach.
Julian finally snapped.
The argument exploded.
Voices rose.
Insults flew.
During the struggle, Julian shoved her.
Hard.
Kaylee lost her balance.
Her stomach slammed directly into the sharp corner of a desk.
Blood spread across the floor almost instantly.
The baby couldn’t be saved.
Neither could her uterus.
Doctors were forced to perform an emergency hysterectomy.
From that day forward, Kaylee permanently lost the ability to have children.
After that, the two of them became trapped in a nightmare marriage.
Every day was another screaming match.
Another round of insults.
Another shattered plate.
Another broken piece of furniture.
Their tiny rental apartment became a battlefield.
When I heard all of this, I simply set down my wine glass and moved on to my next business negotiation.
None of it mattered to me anymore.
A month later, I was transferred back to my former city because of a company expansion project.
The moment I pushed my luggage cart out of the arrivals terminal, I spotted Julian.
He stood at the front of the crowd.
An old dress shirt hung loosely on his thin frame.
A bouquet of red roses was clenched tightly in his hand.
His neck craned forward as he searched the arriving passengers.
Then he saw me.
His eyes lit up instantly.
He raised the roses and rushed toward me.
The two bodyguards beside me stepped forward immediately.
They blocked him before he could get within six feet of me.
I stopped walking.
My gaze swept across his weathered face.
The exhaustion.
The regret.
The years etched into every line.
Yet I felt absolutely nothing.
No anger.
No sadness.
No resentment.
I was looking at a complete stranger.
Suddenly, a shrill voice cut through the noise of the airport.
“Julian! You bastard!”
Kaylee came charging through the crowd.
Her hair was a tangled mess.
Her eyes were wild.
She threw herself at him and snatched the roses from his hand.
The bouquet hit the floor.
Then she stomped on it repeatedly.
Crushing every flower beneath her heel.
“I knew you’d come here!” she screamed. “Julian, how dare you! After everything you’ve done to me, you’re still chasing another woman?”
She jabbed a finger at his face.
“You pathetic loser! She dumped you years ago! And you’re still running to the airport like some lovesick idiot! What about me?”
People immediately stopped to watch.
Phones appeared from every direction.
Someone was probably livestreaming already.
Julian’s face turned bright red.
Humiliation burned across his features.
Finally, he lost control.
His hand shot up.
Smack.
The sound echoed through the terminal.
Kaylee collapsed onto the floor.
One hand covered her cheek as she burst into hysterical sobs.
I watched the spectacle with complete indifference.
Just as I was about to walk around them, a warm arm slipped naturally around my waist.
Theodore Kensington stood beside me.
Tailored luxury suit.
Effortless elegance.
The kind of presence that turned heads without trying.
In his other hand was the tiny hand of our newly turned two–year–old daughter.
He lowered his head and kissed my forehead.
“Welcome home, sweetheart. Long flight?”
Then he glanced toward the two people fighting on the floor and raised an eyebrow.
“Friends of yours?”
Kaylee stopped crying.
Her eyes moved from Theodore…
…to our daughter.
Then something inside her seemed to break.
She burst out laughing.
Loudly.
Manically.
“Hahaha! Julian, look at yourself!”
She pointed at me.
Then Theodore.
Then my daughter.
“You spent three years obsessing over her, and she’s already married with a kid! You’re a joke! A complete joke!”
Julian’s entire body trembled.
The color drained from his face.
His gaze locked onto Theodore’s hand resting on my waist.
Then shifted to our daughter.
His eyes turned bloodshot.
“Clara…” he whispered.
His voice cracked.
“You’re married? How… how is that possible? Why couldn’t I see any of your Instagram updates?”
I smiled faintly.
Because the answer was simple.
“I stopped using that account three years ago.”
