I Tore The Marriage Form In Half And Walked Away Forever Chapter 04
At nine o’clock sharp the next morning, the moving company arrived.
Several movers in work gloves immediately got to work carrying out the boxes I’d packed along with the furniture that belonged to me.
The front door stood open.
A few minutes later, Julian’s mother walked in carrying several grocery bags.
The moment she saw the chaos inside the house, her face darkened.
She slammed the bags onto the dining table.
“Clara, what is all this?”
She looked around at the movers in disbelief.
“So Julian’s been busy with work and hasn’t gotten around to planning a wedding. Big deal. Is that really a reason to tear the entire house apart?”
She stormed toward the movers and pointed aggressively.
“Put everything down! Right now! Who told you people you could move any of this?”
Then she turned to me.
“You’re twenty-seven years old, not some spoiled little girl. Julian’s out there building his career. The least you could do as his wife is be understanding instead of throwing tantrums every other day. Call him right now and stop making this family a laughingstock.”
I couldn’t even be bothered to explain.
I simply turned to the movers.
“Ignore her. Take the vanity too. Be careful not to scratch it.”
Just then, footsteps sounded from the entryway.
Julian walked in.
Kaylee was beside him.
Today she wore a soft pink dress and light makeup. She looked radiant and healthy.
No one would have guessed she’d been acting like her world was ending in the hospital yesterday.
Julian completely ignored the movers hauling furniture out of the house.
Instead, he took Kaylee’s hand and led her into the living room.
“Kaylee, all the furniture here is designer. Take a look around. If you see anything you like, I’ll have it delivered straight to your new apartment.”
Julian’s mother froze.
She looked at Kaylee.
Then at Julian.
“Julian… who is this woman?”
Julian answered casually.
“Mom, she’s a coworker. She just got discharged from the hospital. I’m helping her furnish her place.”
Kaylee slipped free from his hand and wandered toward my bedroom.
Her eyes immediately landed on the vanity the movers were preparing to carry away.
She smiled.
“Julian, I love this one. The lighting is perfect, and it’s exactly my style. I want it.”
My chest tightened.
That vanity had been imported from Europe through a friend of mine.
Julian hadn’t paid a single cent for it.
I stepped in front of it.
“No.”
I met Kaylee’s gaze coldly.
“That’s mine. Nobody’s touching it.”
Kaylee’s lower lip trembled instantly.
She grabbed Julian’s sleeve and gave it a pathetic little tug.
“Maybe I should just leave. I can buy something cheap instead.”
Julian’s expression darkened.
He stepped forward.
“Clara, can you stop being so petty?”
He reached toward me.
“If it’s about money, I’ll reimburse you.”
Before he could touch me, someone burst through the front door.
“Dad?”
My father rushed inside, breathing hard as if he’d sprinted all the way here.
Without saying a single word, he marched straight toward Kaylee.
Then his hand swung.
SMACK!
The sound echoed through the house.
Kaylee crashed to the floor.
She clutched her cheek and burst into tears.
My father pointed directly at Julian.
“You worthless piece of trash!”
His voice thundered through the room.
“My daughter gave you seven years of her life. You abandoned her at the altar, and now you’ve got the nerve to bring your mistress into her home and steal from her?”
His face turned red with rage.
“What, you think the Winslow family doesn’t have anyone willing to stand up for her?”
The moment Julian saw Kaylee on the floor, something snapped inside him.
His eyes turned red.
He hurried over, helped Kaylee up, and pulled her protectively behind him.
Then he clenched his fists.
To my horror, he actually raised one toward my father.
“You hit Kaylee?”
His voice shook with fury.
“I swear to God, I’ll make you pay for that!”
That was it.
The final thread holding me together snapped.
I grabbed a ceramic vase from the console table near the entrance and hurled it at the floor beside him.
CRASH!
The vase exploded into pieces.
Julian jumped and instinctively stepped back.
Before he could react, I charged forward.
SLAP!
SLAP!
SLAP!
Three hard slaps.
I put every ounce of strength and heartbreak into them.
Julian staggered backward, stunned.
One hand flew to his face.
“Clara!”
He roared.
“Have you completely lost your mind?”
The veins in his neck bulged.
“I didn’t give you a wedding. That’s all this is! Kaylee didn’t do anything wrong. Did you really have to go this far?”
I stared at the twisted anger on his face.
Then I laughed.
A cold, bitter laugh.
I pulled the pregnancy report from my bag and threw it directly at him.
The paper struck his chest and fluttered to the floor.
“Julian.”
My voice cut through the silent living room.
“I’m pregnant.”
The room froze.
I looked straight into his eyes.
“And it’s the biggest regret of my life.”
His shouting stopped instantly.
He stood there motionless.
Slowly, his gaze dropped to the medical report lying at his feet.
