I Tore The Marriage Form In Half And Walked Away Forever Chapter 09
Julian stood frozen in place.
It looked as if every ounce of strength had been drained from his body.
I didn’t spare him another glance.
Instead, I linked my arm through Theodore’s.
“Come on. Let’s go home.”
The bodyguards cleared a path through the crowd.
The three of us walked calmly out of the airport together.
A family.
Happy.
Complete.
I never looked back.
Not even once.
As for the two people still tearing each other apart behind us, they no longer occupied any space in
my world.
Because true closure was never about hatred.
It wasn’t screaming.
It wasn’t revenge.
It wasn’t making someone suffer.
True closure was indifference.
And from that moment on, Julian and Kaylee were completely erased from the story of my life.
The next thing I heard about them came from the news.
That same night after the airport incident, Kaylee filled the bathtub in their apartment with water.
Then she picked up a razor blade.
And sliced open her wrist.
Before losing consciousness, she sent Julian one final text.
[Julian, I’m giving my life back to you. We’re even now.]
At the time, Julian was drinking alone in a rundown bar.
When he saw the message, he rolled his eyes.
He thought it was another manipulation tactic.
Another threat.
Another performance.
Over the previous three years, Kaylee had threatened suicide at least ten times whenever she wanted to force him home.
Julian cursed under his breath.
Then he turned off his phone and kept drinking.
One glass after another.
The next afternoon, he finally stumbled back to the apartment.
The smell of alcohol still clung to him.
That’s when he noticed the police tape.
Officers had already broken down the bathroom door.
Kaylee’s body lay submerged in bloodstained water.
Cold.
Motionless.
Gone.
The story exploded almost immediately.
Kaylee’s parents arrived with dozens of relatives.
They gathered outside Julian’s office building carrying massive protest signs.
They printed flyers.
Brought megaphones.
And publicly exposed everything.
The cheating.
The domestic violence.
The abuse.
The events that had ultimately driven their daughter to suicide.
Reporters flooded the scene.
Influencers and livestreamers swarmed the area.
Within hours, the story was trending everywhere online.
Public outrage spread like wildfire.
Julian’s employer wasted no time.
That same day, they terminated him.
His reputation was destroyed beyond repair.
No company in the industry wanted anything to do with him.
His name quietly found its way onto every unofficial blacklist that mattered.
No one would hire him.
His parents couldn’t handle the gossip from neighbors and former friends.
Overnight, they packed up and moved back to their rural hometown.
Julian became a social pariah.
The kind of person everyone avoided.
The kind of person everyone talked about.
One afternoon, I happened to come across the news story while relaxing in the garden of my estate.
On the screen, several angry men had pinned Julian to the ground.
A large patch of hair had been ripped from his scalp.
He looked utterly pathetic.
I watched for a moment.
Expressionless.
Then I swiped to the next story.
A financial news report.
Nothing more.
Sunlight filtered through the trees and spilled across the lush green lawn.
Theodore walked over carrying a plate of freshly cut fruit.
He set it on the table beside me.
“Try these cherries, sweetheart. They were flown in this morning.”
Then he gently tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear.
Not far away, our two–year–old daughter ran across the grass in her white princess dress.
Her laughter rang through the garden as she chased a yellow butterfly.
I picked up my fine china teacup and took a sip of Earl Grey.
Then I leaned back in my chair and closed my eyes.
The warm sunlight.
The laughter of my child.
The love of my husband.
