He Canceled My Ticket for Her Again, So I Bought My Way Home Chapter 10

He Canceled My Ticket for Her Again, So I Bought My Way Home Chapter 10

I’d been heartbroken over that necklace for a long time.

Julian’s voice was quiet.

“It took me months to find it.”

He carefully held the necklace.

“I finally found it in an old storage box at your grandparents’ house.”

His eyes never left mine.

“I remember what you told me. You said your grandmother wove blessings into the dreamcatcher That it was supposed to chase away nightmares and bring peace.”

There was naked desperation in his gaze.

“Clara… I know I was a horrible person.”

His voice cracked.

“I treated the things you treasured like they were worthless.”

“I threw away your feelings while treating other people’s lies and manipulations like they

mattered.”

He swallowed hard.

“I gave all my patience, kindness, and understanding to everyone else.”

A painful smile touched his lips.

“And I saved my worst temper for the person who loved me most.’

He took a deep breath as though gathering every ounce of courage he had left.

“Please.”

“Give me one more chance.”

“I’m not asking for forgiveness.”

“I’m just asking for the chance to make amends.”

His sincerity was undeniable.

His pride had long since been ground into dust.

Yet as I looked at him, at the man I’d once loved more than my own life, I felt absolutely nothing.

No anger.

No longing.

No heartbreak.

Nothing.

After a long silence, I smiled softly.

“Julian.”

“Do you know something?”

His expression froze.

“When I was lying in that hospital bed and the doctor told me our baby was gone…”

I paused.

“I didn’t cry.”

Julian’s breathing stopped.

I continued calmly.

“I just thought my child was smarter than either of us.’

“He knew his father didn’t want him.”

“He knew that home wasn’t a place where he’d be welcomed.”

“So he chose not to come.”

The color drained from Julian’s face instantly.

He looked as though someone had ripped the air from his lungs.

“After I left you, I went through a very dark period.”

“I had nightmares almost every night.”

“I dreamed about the baby.”

“I dreamed about you.”

“About watching your back as you walked away from me.’

i met his devastated gaze.

“But my parents healed me with love.”

“My work gave me purpose.”

“My life gave me a future.”

I smiled.

“And now I’m happy.”

“Happier than I’ve ever been.”

“Julian, I’m happier than I ever was with you.”

I stepped around him and headed toward the stairs.

Behind me, he stood motionless.

Then I stopped.

Not because I wanted to.

Because there was one final thing I needed to say.

“As for that chance you’re asking for…”

I didn’t turn around.

“There isn’t one.”

“Your regret belongs to you.”

“It’s your burden to carry.”

“It has nothing to do with my life anymore.”

My voice was calm.

“My future doesn’t have a place for you.”

And with that, I walked away.

This time, I never looked back.

After that day, Julian finally understood.

I wasn’t coming back.

Before leaving, he left behind a file.

When I got home and opened it, I found a signed divorce agreement.

Julian had transferred every asset he owned to me.

Everything.

The only money he’d kept was enough to cover his mother’s medical treatment.

I accepted it all.

Later, I heard through mutual acquaintances that Serena had tried contacting him again.

He threw her out.

Not only that, he’d gathered evidence related to my miscarriage and intended to pursue legal action

against Serena’s parents.

From that point forward, the two families became bitter enemies.

Almost overnight, the companies owned by both families collapsed under scandal and financial

pressure.

They lost everything.

Both families ended up drowning in debt.

But none of it mattered to me anymore.

A month later, I met Julian to finalize the divorce.

At the courthouse, when it came time to submit the paperwork, he suddenly grabbed my wrist.

His grip was so tight it hurt.

He refused to let go.

I simply looked at him.

Cold.

Detached.

His eyes reddened.

Slowly, reluctantly, his fingers loosened.

And then he let me go.

A week later, we returned to collect the final divorce decree.

As I walked out of the courthouse holding my copy, the sunlight felt warm against my face.

For the first time in years, I felt free.

Behind me, Julian called out.

“Clara.”

I turned.

His eyes were red, but he was smiling.

“I hope everything in your future is beautiful.”

I nodded once.

“Thank you.”

Then I turned and walked away.

And from that day on, we became strangers.