Along with it went the last shred of affection between Ethan and me.
When I woke again, a hand was gripping mine tightly.
I looked up to see Daniel Evans, face full of worry.
He had been my father’s proudest protégé, and now he led the Harris Group.
“Sophia, I can’t believe how he treated you. Without your behind-the-scenes help, do you think Ethan would’ve ever gotten this far?”
“Don’t worry, I’ll have him dragged here to beg you for forgiveness!”
I stopped him and calmly dialed Ethan’s number instead.
The booming noise of a club echoed through the line.
His first words were: “What, finally realized you were wrong?”
I ignored him and asked, “Where are you? There’s a contract you need to sign.”
He hesitated, clearly surprised. After a pause, he gave me the name of a bar they often went to.
I hung up and told my lawyer to bring the divorce agreement.
Some endings need to be written in person.
That evening, I pushed through the pain and arrived at the private booth. Ethan was already drunk.
When he saw me, he frowned. “Why are you here? Come to ruin the fun again? Listen, I’ve already hired Chloe as my secretary. She’s coming with me to tomorrow’s financing meeting—”
“Fine,” I cut him off. “As long as you sign here.”
Stunned, he was about to read it when Chloe tugged at him.
“Ethan, hurry up! I’m waiting to play!”
He scribbled his name without a thought.
I took the paper and turned to leave.
Behind me, someone teased, “Man, she acts like your wife.”
“Yeah, Chloe, do you actually like him?”
“Yes. I do. I like him. A lot.”
Her voice wasn’t loud, but it was crystal clear.
Ethan froze. Then, unable to control himself, he cupped her chin and kissed her.
The room erupted in cheers.
Through the glass, I stood outside, the scene stabbing into my heart like needles.
Beside me, Daniel’s face had darkened in fury. He moved to storm in, but I grabbed his arm.
Instead, I turned to a staff member.
“Do you have security footage?”
He nodded. Daniel followed him out.
I turned and tossed my wedding ring—three years of marriage—into the trash.
Ethan, you’ve made your choice.
I can help you rise.
And I can destroy you.
The next day, Chloe made a grand entrance at the Series A financing event.
Clinging to Ethan’s arm, she began: “Hello everyone, I’m Mr. Miller’s secretary—”
Before she could finish, I stepped into the room.
Ethan’s face went pale. “What are you doing here?”
I smiled calmly.
“Delivering a gift.”