Walking Out On My Husband Chapter 11

Walking Out On My Husband Chapter 11

I understood. She’d given up on him completely. So whatever I decided, she’d stand behind it.

The next day at noon, I took her to the station.

I didn’t leave until she boarded.

When I got back, Julian was crouched outside my door.

“Where’s Mary? I came to apologize.”

He was holding a bouquet of flowers. Looked nervous.

“She’s gone.”

“What? Already? I thought…”

He stopped himself.

He thought Mom had been trying to stay. He thought she was angling for money. That she was refusing to leave on purpose.

The hand holding the flowers dropped to his side. His face flashed with regret.

“Did you bring your ID? Let’s go to City Hall.”

“The apartment’s not an issue. Savings, fifty-fifty. One car each.”

I laid it out, clean and simple.

Julian stood there. Didn’t move.

“Our marriage isn’t broken. Why are you being so stubborn? What do you even gain from this?”

“Weren’t we trying for a baby this year? Don’t you want to be a mom?”

I did want a child. Just not with him.

“How’s Lily doing?”

He blinked. Didn’t expect the question. Stammered.

“She’s fine.”

I knew it. She always blew the smallest thing into a crisis.

And Julian never called her out. Or maybe he enjoyed playing along.

“If you won’t agree, I’ll have to file.”

My face stayed calm the entire time.

But I wasn’t negotiating anymore.

Julian felt something close around his throat.

He’d never seen me like this. This cold.

“If something’s bothering you, talk to me. But saying nothing? What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I admit it, I neglected your mom. I’ll go apologize. I’ll get on a bus right now and beg her to forgive me.”

He fumbled with his phone, already pulling up tickets.

I grabbed it out of his hand without hesitating.

“Don’t bother her.”

What happened that day was humiliating enough.

Dragging it back up would only make her feel worse.

Julian stared at me. He looked lost.

“Then what am I supposed to do?”

“Divorce me.”