I Walked Away And He Fell Apart Novel by Haldir _ Novel



I Walked Away And He Fell Apart Novel by Haldir _ Novel

I Walked Away And He Fell Apart Chapter 01

My husband didn’t just cheat on me— he thought I was too weak to do anything about it.
He thought I would cry, forgive him, cook dinner, and wait for him to come home smelling like another woman.
He thought I would stay quiet, stay loyal, stay small.
He was wrong.
The night I finally broke, I got something unexpected— voices, floating “comments” only I could see, teaching me how to destroy him the way he destroyed me.
So I changed.
I smiled.
I played dumb.
And then I cut him apart piece by piece.
I took his company.
I took his power.
I took back every single thing he thought I’d never have the courage to touch.
And when I was done?
I walked away.
Now he’s the one calling.
Crying.
Begging.
Promising he’ll change.
But he doesn’t realize—
I didn’t walk away just to make him better.
I walked away because I finally realized…
I don’t need a man who only learns to love me after he loses me.
—
When I found out my husband had gone to celebrate his mistress’s birthday—again—I lost all hope and climbed onto the ledge, ready to end it all.
The moment I looked up, countless general comments appeared in the air.
[Don’t kill yourself, sis!
In the future, that man will be begging for your attention like a dog!]
[If you die now, you’ll miss the moment he has a change of heart!]
[If you don’t believe it, in two minutes your husband will text you, telling you to draw him a bath and wait for him to come home!]
I was skeptical, but sure enough. Two minutes later, I received a text from my husband.
I believed these general comments were here to help me save my marriage.
So when my husband returned, I followed what the general comments taught me, greeting him at the door with a suggestive red mark on my neck.
…
When the sound of the lock turning echoed, I took a deep breath and opened the door.
Nathaniel Harrington was holding a drunk Isabella Reed in his arms, his clothes reeking of perfume and alcohol. His brow furrowed habitually as he prepared to explain himself to me.
“She drank too much, I…”
“I have to go out tonight.”
I cut him off before he could speak, my voice as gentle as a pool of spring water, interrupting his prepared excuse.
He froze.
I stepped aside to let him pass, smiling. “You should get her settled. Take a bath and get some rest, too.
Don’t worry about the house; the cleaning lady will be here tomorrow to tidy up.”
This string of calm, tearless, and incredibly thoughtful words left him completely stunned.
Nathaniel’s gaze finally pulled away from his astonishment and landed on me.
For the first time, he looked me over as if sizing up a stranger.
A slinky black slip dress outlined the curves I had long kept hidden, and… the glaring red mark on my neck.
His face instantly darkened.
“What is that on your neck?!”
There was a long-absent tremor in Nathaniel’s voice.
I subconsciously raised a hand to cover it, my eyes darting away as I deliberately feigned a hint of panic. “It’s nothing, probably… a mosquito bite.”
With that, I avoided looking at his livid face, grabbed my purse from the sofa, and walked straight past him in my high heels.
“Where are you going?!”
His question, thick with suppressed rage, came from behind me.
I didn’t look back, leaving him with nothing but the sight of my swaying silhouette.
After leaving the house, the evening breeze sent a shiver through me.
I leaned against the wall, my heart pounding wildly.
“General comments, Did… did I do the right thing?”
Instantly, a dense swarm of general comments surrounded me again.
[Yes!
Absolutely!
You’re a queen, sis!]
[Did you see the shocked look on that dog’s face?
So satisfying!]
[You were always too well-behaved before, spoiling him until he got arrogant!
Making him think you could never leave him!]
[Remember, good women get a monument of virtue, bad women get everything!]
I thought of the look on Nathaniel’s face just now—a mixture of anger and disbelief. It was a long-lost look of concern, one I hadn’t seen on his face in ages.
I became more and more convinced that the general comments were right.
[You have to commit to the act!
Sis, go to a nightclub!
Make he unable to find you!]
A nightclub?
I’m naturally shy. I don’t even dare to speak loudly.
But the general comments were like countless hands, pushing me forward.
Deafening music, hazy, flashing lights, and a writhing crowd on the dance floor.
I sat timidly in the corner, clutching a glass of wine. But I hadn’t taken a single sip.
Don’t be scared!
You’re so beautiful, be confident!
Move to the rhythm!
Let yourself go!
Spurred on by the general comments and the atmosphere, I found myself walking onto the dance floor.
At first, my movements were awkward, but soon, I was completely lost in the music. For the first time, I discovered the pure joy of dancing.
When I’d had my fill of fun, I returned to the booth and picked up my silenced phone.
The screen starkly displayed: Missed Calls (27)
Nathaniel.
My husband, who had been cold to me for an entire year, had actually called me twenty-seven times?

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