“Hit me, yell at me—fine. But Chloe’s hurt badly. Please, let me take her to the hospital. If she dies, you’ll be the one in prison.”
I sneered. I knew exactly how much strength I had used—she wasn’t going to die.
But for the sake of our years together, I gave him that much face.
“Tomorrow night then—we sign the divorce papers.”
I turned and walked out.
Ethan’s pale face turned after me, calling my name, but I didn’t pause for a second.
When the time came, Ethan never showed. Instead, Chloe sent me a video, smugly flaunting.
She was lying in a hospital bed. Ethan was feeding her soup.
“Ethan, it’s all because of you that your wife beat me like this,” Chloe whined. “I don’t care, I can’t drink it myself—you have to feed me.”
Ethan sighed and gave a doting smile.
“If my wife finds out, we’re both dead.”
But while he said that, his actions betrayed him—obedient, tender, feeding her mouth-to-mouth.
Watching their lips meet on screen, I crushed my phone in my hand.
I immediately called my father.
“Dad, that project you said you’d help Ethan with—forget it. And I want him bankrupt, as fast as possible.”