You Called Me Vulgar While I Was Vomiting Your Child Chapter 08
His hand hung suspended in the air.
“I’m sorry about the baby.”
“Once you recover, we can always have another one.”
My expression turned ice cold.
“There won’t be another one.”
“It wasn’t just a child I lost.”
“It was my last shred of belief that you actually considered me family.”
Julian’s eyes were bloodshot as he grabbed the hem of his jacket with pathetic desperation.
“I love you.”
“Nothing happened between Vivian and me. I only said those things because I was drunk.”
“I just admire her drive, but you’re the only one I ever wanted to marry and spend my life with.”
“Just come back with me, and I’ll change anything you want.”
I looked at the man I had loved for seven years, suddenly finding him completely unrecognizable.
“Even now, you still think marrying me was some kind of charity.”
“You admire Vivian, so you give her freedom, let her shine, let her have a career.”
“But you love me, so you made me quit my job, cook your meals, and wait at home for you.”
“You said I was too ordinary and lacked ambition to understand your world.”
“Did you ever stop to think why nobody bothered to listen when I warned you about the shifts in corporate finance policies?”
Julian opened his mouth, but no words came out.
“You don’t actually love me.”
“You just loved having a wife who looked up to you, depended on you, and would never walk away.”
“As for what Claire actually thought, what kind of work she wanted, or the life she dreamed of-you never gave a damn.”
Tears finally spilled from Julian’s eyes.
He dropped his head, his voice cracking past recognition.
“Give me one more chance, please?”
“Keep working if you want, or we can travel wherever you like.”
“never compare you to Vivian again.”
I gave a slow, quiet shake of my head.
“I don’t want it anymore.”
For seven years, those were the exact words I would have killed to hear.
Now that they were finally being said, my heart remained dead silent.
Some dead things simply cannot be resurrected by a late apology.
I stepped around him and walked toward my rental.
Julian didn’t try to stop me.
After that day, he checked into a hotel across the street.
Every morning, a thermos of warm porridge and iron supplements sat waiting by my door.
I never touched them.
He would just sit out in the snow, waiting until the food went cold before quietly clearing it away.
No matter how long he stood down there, I never unlocked the door for him.
A week later, Vivian tracked me down in Norway.
When she found Julian, he was placing breakfast outside my door.
“You abandoned our company and the entire project just for her?”
“The bank just froze our funding, and our investors are breathing down our necks.”
Julian snapped his head up.
“Why did they freeze it?”
Vivian’s face turned ashen.
“Policy adjustments. Our original credit line no longer meets the new regulations.”
Silence fell over the snowy street.
That welcome dinner rushed back into both of their minds at once.
I had warned them that banks were tightening their lending criteria.
Julian had dismissed me, claiming my information was outdated.
Vivian had laughed and praised me for at least trying to keep up.
In the end, the only people who had been dangerously blind were them.
The funding never dropped, yet the project had already been pushed live.
Investors pulled out one by one, leaving Vivian not just empty-handed, but saddled with massive breach-of-contract penalties.
The golden duo everyone once worshipped was finally paying the price for their own arrogance.
