Walking Out On My Husband Chapter 07

Walking Out On My Husband Chapter 07

Julian went silent.

I watched Mom through the window. She was leaning against the sill, looking at the trees blooming along the street.

“I’ve thought about it. We’re just not right for each other. Let me know when you’re free and we’ll go sign the papers.”

“Seven years and now we’re not right for each other? Chloe, seriously?” His voice shook.

“You’re the one who hit someone. And now you want a divorce.”

“I moved out a week ago and you didn’t call me once. Is that how you treat a marriage?”

Even now, he was on the attack.

Not a shred of guilt.

“Julian, that’s my mother. Not some stranger off the street.”

“When Susan was screaming at her, you really didn’t hear?”

No. He heard every word.

“Do you remember what you said to my mom at our wedding?”

He said: Mary, from today on, I’m your son too. We’re family now. Don’t be afraid. I’ll take care of you.

Mom cried her eyes out that day. But after the wedding, she never once stayed over.

She always said:

“I’m fine on my own. As long as I get to see you once a year.”

So every time, she’d load up her bags and take the cheapest Greyhound she could find.

Gone again in under five hours.

But I knew. She missed me. She wanted to stay longer. She just didn’t dare.

I wasn’t asking Julian to treat her like royalty. Just basic respect. That’s all.

Wind picked up outside the window. Mom reached out her hand and caught a falling leaf.

For a second, she squinted and smiled.

That’s when I noticed. The wrinkles around her eyes were deeper than last year.

My eyes stung. I blinked hard.

To Julian, still silent on the other end:

“That’s it. The divorce papers are on the table at home. Look them over. If there’s no issue, we’ll go sign.”

I hung up.