Chloe looked at the man in front of her with eager eyes.
She thought I had lied, thought Ethan would sign without a second’s hesitation.
But the moment her words landed, Ethan’s face changed completely.
“You went to see Sophia?”
Chloe, oblivious to the storm brewing, nodded proudly.
“Of course. She told me the truth herself—she doesn’t love you either—ah! Ethan, what are you doing?”
Ethan’s face turned cold as he ripped the divorce agreement to shreds right in front of her.
And then, just like that, he turned on her.
“Who the hell do you think you are, showing up at Sophia’s side to cause trouble?”
His eyes narrowed, his whole demeanor dangerously magnetic.
“Listen carefully. Even if I divorced Sophia, you would never be my wife.”
Tears clung to Chloe’s lashes as she froze in shock.
This wasn’t the tender, doting Ethan she thought she knew.
This man, brimming with rage, was a stranger to her.
When Ethan stormed back into our place, he slammed the door so hard it rattled.
He ripped off his designer jacket—worth more than most people’s annual salary—and hurled it onto the floor.
“Sophia, what the hell do you think you’re doing?”