I Tore The Marriage Form In Half And Walked Away Forever Chapter 07
After the procedure, I stayed with my parents for half a month to recover.
During those two weeks, my phone practically exploded nonstop from Julian’s family calling me.
His parents.
His aunts.
His cousins.
Every single relative took turns harassing me.
Some cried about how Julian had been drinking himself unconscious every night.
Others accused me of being heartless for aborting my own child.
I sat quietly in the backseat of a cab on the way to the airport while my phone buzzed again for what felt like the hundredth time.
This time, I simply removed the SIM card from the phone I’d used for seven years.
Inside my bag was also a thick photo album filled with memories of Julian and me over the years.
At a red light, I rolled down the window and tossed both the SIM card and the album into a roadside
trash can.
Then I headed into the airport with my suitcase and walked straight toward security.
Suddenly, hurried footsteps sounded behind me.
“Clara! Wait!”
I turned around.
Julian looked awful.
He had lost a dangerous amount of weight, and his expensive suits no longer hid the exhaustion
written all over him.
Breathing heavily, he pulled a worn yellowed card from his inner pocket.
The sight of it made my chest tighten instantly.
Seven years ago, when we had first started dating, I’d handwritten that card for him as a joke.
It was an “Unlimited Forgiveness Pass.”
The front read:
[No matter what Julian does wrong, Clara must forgive him one time unconditionally.]
Julian held the card toward me with trembling hands as tears streamed down his face.
“Clara… you wrote this yourself,” he said hoarsely. “As long as I still had this card, you promised you’d forgive me. I kept it with me every single day because I was terrified of losing it.”
He choked on his words.
“Please don’t leave. Just give me one more chance, okay?”
Looking at my own familiar handwriting, my heart still ached.
Seven years together wasn’t something a person could erase overnight.
But deep down, I already knew the truth.
Some cracks never healed once they formed.
I never reached for the card.
Instead, I turned around, pulled my suitcase behind me, and walked straight through security without looking back.
Three years passed in the blink of an eye.
I moved to the coastal city of Silverport in the South.
With ruthless work ethic and sheer determination, I climbed the corporate ladder step by step until
I became the youngest regional director at one of the world’s top multinational firms.
I bought myself a luxury ocean–view condo in downtown Silverport.
Floor–to–ceiling windows overlooked the water.
I cut my hair short.
Traded soft dresses for impeccably tailored power suits.
Every day, I moved between high–rise office buildings, boardrooms, and networking events like I
had been born for that world.
At an industry mixer one evening, I happened to run into an old coworker from my previous city
After some small talk, she leaned closer conspiratorially.
“Ms. Winslow, you probably haven’t heard about Julian lately, have you?” she whispered. “He’s completely ruined.”
She took a sip of champagne, shaking her head.
“Back then, Julian fired Kaylee to try and win you back. But Kaylee got furious and reported him directly to corporate.”
Apparently, she had submitted evidence proving Julian abused his executive authority to funnel company money toward her.
Inflated salary.
Luxury reimbursements.
Personal expenses disguised as business spending.
Corporate launched a full internal investigation immediately.
Julian was terminated on the spot.
Not only did he lose his position, but he was also hit with massive financial penalties.
“What’s he doing now?” I asked casually, swirling the wine in my glass. “How’s he paying all that
back?”
My former coworker let out a cold laugh.
“How else? He sold the luxury condo he bought for your wedding. Even his car got repossessed. Last I heard, he’s renting some tiny cheap apartment now.”
She paused before smirking.
“And the funniest part? Once Kaylee saw he was broke, she suddenly stopped throwing tantrums.”
The coworker lowered her voice even further.
“She showed up at Julian’s apartment and told him, ‘Now I’m the only woman willing to suffer with
you.“”
I almost laughed.
“And somehow,” she continued, “that idiot actually married her. Those two are stuck together now, poisoning each other for the rest of their lives.”
After hearing all that, I simply set down my champagne glass and walked into my next business negotiation.
Some people really did get exactly the life they deserved.
