Not even a minute later, my phone rang.
It was Ethan.
“Sophia Reed, what the hell is this supposed to mean?”
He barked angrily.
I was just about to say, “Since you’ve already confessed your love to her, I’ll step aside,” but he cut me off—
“I’m warning you, Lily’s post has nothing to do with your mother’s death!
If you dare to come to the hospital and ruin her future, I swear I’ll divorce you!”
Then he hung up.
I stood frozen, staring at the phone.
My heart, which was already numb, split open with pain.
I had thought he called because of the divorce papers.
But no—he just wanted to protect his mistress.
“Ethan, your mother’s body is still lying in the hospital morgue, and you have the nerve to go on a date? Aren’t you afraid of karma?”
I gritted my teeth and texted him.
But a red exclamation mark appeared next to the message.
He had blocked me.
I laughed bitterly.
Fine. If he didn’t care about his own mother, why should I care about anything anymore?
I had fallen for him because of his supposed filial piety, but even that had been a lie.