I Tore The Marriage Form In Half And Walked Away Forever Chapter 10
Julian’s POV
I stared at the water stain spreading across the ceiling, replaying the wreckage of my life over and over in my head.
Truth was, by the seventh year of my relationship with Clara, my feelings for her had already faded.
She was too perfect.
Too mature. Too dependable.
She handled everything at home flawlessly, paid attention to every detail, and never gave me a single thing to complain about.
But men like me were never satisfied for long.
After years of stability, I started craving excitement.
Then Kaylee showed up.
Fresh out of college, bright–eyed, clingy, and completely obsessed with me.
Every time she said my name, every look she gave me was filled with admiration.
And I got addicted to it.
The ego boost. The validation. The thrill.
I honestly believed I could have both women under my control.
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I wanted Clara at home playing the perfect wife while Kaylee fed my emotional needs on the side.
I thought I was smart enough to balance both.
Turns out, I was wrong.
Clara was far colder and more decisive than I ever expected.
She got rid of our baby without hesitation.
Honestly?
The moment I found out the baby was gone, I acted devastated. I cried like my entire world had
collapsed.
But deep down…
Part of me felt relieved.
Like a weight had been lifted off my shoulders.
No child meant no responsibility. No family tying me down. No marriage trapping me in a life I
didn’t want anymore.
So why did I marry Kaylee afterward?
Simple.
I wanted to hurt Clara.
I was convinced she loved me too much to truly let me go. I thought seeing me marry another woman would drive her insane with jealousy.
I thought she’d come running back to me in tears, begging for another chance.
But I was wrong.
Completely wrong.
Married life with Kaylee turned into a living hell.
I lost my job.
I drowned in debt.
And every ounce of frustration inside me ended up crashing down on her.
Whenever she argued back, I hit her.
She became my emotional punching bag. The place where I dumped all my rage and resentment.
Every single night, I opened Clara’s old Instagram account and sent her endless messages.
Paragraph after paragraph.
Confessions. Apologies. Desperate rambling.
I convinced myself that if I kept sending them, one day she’d finally see them.
That delusion was the only thing keeping me alive.
Then I saw her again at the airport.
Clara stood there looking elegant, successful, untouchable.
Beside her was a man who was better than me in every possible way.
And between them stood their adorable little daughter.
In that moment, the fantasy I’d spent three years clinging to shattered completely.
She had moved on a long time ago.
Hell, she didn’t even use that Instagram account anymore.
That same night, Kaylee texted me a picture of her slashed wrists.
I turned off my phone and got blackout drunk at a bar.
The next morning, the police told me she was dead.
Do you want to know what my first reaction was?
I was happy.
The first thought that crossed my mind was:
Finally. I’m free of that psycho.
But karma came fast.
Years of selfishness, resentment, and emotional decay finally crushed what was left of my sanity.
I stopped sleeping.
Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Clara’s cold expression.
Then I’d see Kaylee covered in blood, wrapping her fingers around my throat while whispering:
“Julian… come with me…”
The hallucinations kept getting worse.
My head felt like it was splitting apart.
One stormy night, I climbed to the top of an abandoned high–rise on the outskirts of the city.
Rain poured down around me as thunder cracked across the sky.
I stared into the endless darkness below.
Then I took one final step forward.
And just like that…
My miserable life finally came to an end.
