He Canceled My Ticket for Her Again, So I Bought My Way Home Chapter 06

He Canceled My Ticket for Her Again, So I Bought My Way Home Chapter 06

Julian forced himself to keep reading.

But when he reached the final page and saw Clara’s signature, a sharp pain tore through his chest.

Then he noticed another document hidden beneath the divorce papers.

A medical report.

His eyes dropped to the diagnosis.

[Early Intrauterine Pregnancy: 3 Weeks]

For a moment, all sound disappeared.

His mind went blank.

“Pregnant?”

“She was pregnant?”

“Why didn’t she tell me?”

Then his gaze shifted lower.

And everything shattered.

[Threatened Miscarriage.]

[No fetal cardiac activity detected upon arrival.]

[Patient advised to undergo dilation and curettage procedure.]

Miscarriage.

The word echoed inside his skull.

Over and over.

Miscarriage.

D&C procedure.

Julian stared at the report numbly.

Then suddenly slammed his fist against his own head.

A broken roar tore from his throat.

“No…”

“No…”

“This can’t be real…”

Frantically, he grabbed his phone and called Clara.

One ring.

Then voicemail.

Again.

And again.

And again.

Nothing changed.

She was gone.

“Julian!”

A sharp voice suddenly cut through the room.

His mother, Eleanor, walked inside looking annoyed.

“What is wrong with your wife?”

“I told her to buy some supplements and bring them to Serena as an apology.”

“Instead, she blocked me.”

“The nerve of that woman is unbelievable.”

Julian slowly lifted his head.

His voice sounded raw.

“Wait…”

“You said she blocked you too?”

Eleanor frowned.

“Of course she did.”

“She’s getting more disrespectful by the day.”

julian sank back onto the floor.

The papers slipped from his hands.

Confused, Eleanor bent down and picked them up.

One glance was all it took.

The color drained from her face.

Her entire body froze.

“My grandson…”

“My grandson…”

Her voice cracked.

Then she collapsed.

“Eleanor!”

Julian barely had time to react before calling 911.

Hours later, he sat outside the emergency room staring at the glowing red light above the doors.

For the first time in years, he prayed.

“Please…”

“This is all my fault.”

“Please don’t take my wife.”

“Please don’t take my mother too.”

As he sat there, memories flooded his mind.

He remembered how Clara was allergic to silver jewelry.

Years ago, he’d carefully packed away every silver necklace she owned to keep her safe.

Now he had been the one to gift her a silver necklace.

And when she reacted badly, he’d accused her of overreacting.

He remembered the day Clara had timidly asked him to install anti-fraud software on her mother’s

phone.

He’d brushed her off.

Said he was too busy.

Said he’d handle it later.

He never did.

Then there were the Thanksgiving dinners.

The roasted turkeys her parents made every year.

The truth was, he’d loved them.

Every single time.

But he’d refused to admit it.

He’d convinced himself that showing appreciation would make Clara “expect too much” from him.

So he pretended not to care.

One memory after another surfaced.

The disappointment in her eyes.

The way she grew quieter over the years.

The way her smiles became less frequent.

The way hope slowly disappeared from her face.

Julian finally understood.

He had been wrong.

Terribly wrong.

He had allowed Serena to cross every boundary.

Again and again.

And in the end, he had personally destroyed his own marriage.

After an entire night of emergency treatment, Eleanor survived.

But the damage was permanent.

She would spend the rest of her life confined to a hospital bed.

Standing amid the wreckage of what had once been his family, Julian finally broke.

Completely.

Every day afterward, he drowned himself in alcohol.

Sometimes, through the haze, he caught glimpses of the past.

The version of himself who would drive to another city at midnight just to buy Clara her favorite

dessert.

The version who carried a notebook filled with everything about her.

Her allergies.

Her dislikes.

The little things that upset her.

The little things that made her smile.

When had he changed?

He couldn’t even pinpoint the moment anymore.

Maybe it was when Serena returned to the Commonwealth of Aurelion from overseas.

Maybe it was when his business empire began taking off.

Maybe both.

He no longer knew.

What he did know was this:

He had been wrong.

Horribly, unforgivably wrong.

And now there was only one thing he wanted.

To find Clara.

Look her in the eyes.

And finally give her the apology she had deserved all along.