Seven Years of Devotion: He Left Me to Die, I Left Him for Good

On the seventh anniversary of my marriage, I, Clara Hart, received two "gifts."

One was an urgent alert from the embassy—armed conflict in Arkania was imminent, and all citizens were advised to evacuate immediately.

The other was a message from my husband, Adrian Foster, "Pack your things. Wait for me downstairs. Ten minutes."

I quickly packed an emergency kit and rushed downstairs.

People around me were already evacuating in a panic, yet Adrian was nowhere to be seen.

I called him, my voice trembling, only to be met with a cold, clipped response.

"The car's packed with confidential company documents. There's no room left. Sophie has a severe fear of war. I need to get her out first."

My blood ran cold. "What about me?" I asked, barely believing what I was hearing.

Adrian clicked his tongue impatiently. "Clara, stop being so dramatic. Just take the embassy bus. It's the same."

Explosions thundered in the distance, shattering everything I had believed in over the past seven years. Whatever love had once existed between us crumbled to dust.

I stopped waiting. Slinging the emergency pack over my shoulder, I turned and walked away into the chaos of war.

......

A dull explosion echoed in the distance, the ground trembling faintly beneath my feet.

"The buses are prioritizing the elderly, the sick, and the injured."

I spoke evenly, forcing myself to stay calm. "I'm your wife."

Adrian frowned, clearly annoyed. "Sophie's not well. She can't handle the stress. You've worked in Mocrana before. You're tougher than most. The assembly point is only five kilometers away. You can make it on your own."

"Adrian, this is a war zone. Five kilometers could get me killed."

"Can you stop making a scene? Sophie got dragged into this. This is your responsibility."

Sophie Bennett burst into tears and reached for the car door. "Adrian, maybe I should get out..."

Adrian immediately stopped her, then turned to me, his voice icy. "Clara, be reasonable. The buses have armed escort. You'll be fine. We'll meet at Astara Gate."

The window rolled up. The SUV kicked up a cloud of dust as it sped north.

I tightened the strap of my pack and turned, walking in the opposite direction.

Black smoke rose in the distance. The streets had already descended into chaos.

My phone vibrated. It was Adrian. "Let me know when you arrive. Sophie's terrified. I have to stay with her for now. Take care of yourself."

I put my phone away and merged into the fleeing crowd.

Ten minutes ago, I had been Adrian's wife.

Now, I was just another solitary figure in a collapsing city.

I knew Adrian would regret this one day.

But by then, I might already be gone.

By the time I reached the embassy assembly point, it was already two in the afternoon.

A dense crowd packed the gates, a sea of people pressed together.

Some held up national flags, others shouted desperately.

I pushed through the crowd, struggling to show