Walking Out On My Husband Chapter 06

Walking Out On My Husband Chapter 06

Once we got to the new place, the weight lifted off Mom entirely.

She was a different person.

She opened the windows on her own, then filled a bucket in the bathroom and started scrubbing the place down.

“Mom, stop. I’ll call a cleaning service. They’ll have it done in a few hours.”

“No way! Those people charge money. It’s not like I can’t do it myself.”

She snatched my phone away and gave me a look, half scolding, half smiling.

“You’re tired from the move. Go sit down.”

I blinked. Then laughed. The movers did all the heavy lifting. I wasn’t tired at all.

But she’d already finished wiping the couch and sat me down on it.

I watched her go at it. Couldn’t just sit there. I grabbed a rag and joined in.

Three hours later, the whole place was spotless.

I was catching my breath when I noticed three missed calls on my phone.

Julian.

I hesitated, figuring he wanted to talk about the divorce. I called back.

He picked up fast.

“What do you want?”

A few seconds of silence. Then, trying to sound unbothered:

“Ship my clothes to the office.”

He was acting like he planned to stay away for a while.

So he still hadn’t gone home.

“I’m not at the apartment. Go back and get them yourself.”

Julian paused. I heard rustling on his end, like he sat up.

“Then where are you?”

“I moved to the West Side place.”

Small, but big enough for me and my mother.

“You moved out?”

Julian’s voice turned angry.

“I already left. Why would you move out too? Who’s gonna live there, ghosts?”

That apartment was his before the marriage. Even in a divorce, it had nothing to do with me.

So leaving early just made things simpler.

“Let’s get a divorce.”