My vision blurred as I stared at the attached image—the abortion slip. My heart plunged into ice. I had endured debt, humiliation, and her pain, but I could not protect the life we had waited a decade for.
I took a deep breath, dialed a number. “Victor James,” I said steadily, “I’ll take your offer. I’ll handle your overseas expansion—and I won’t be coming back.”
That night, I packed my things, printed the divorce papers, and went to the hospital. When I opened the door, I saw them—Clara resting in Felix’s arms, their smiles freezing when they saw me.
I didn’t shout or curse. I simply handed her the papers. “Sign it.”
Her hands trembled. “ Ethan… you really want a divorce?”
Her voice rose with anger. “We’ve suffered and fought for ten years! Is it all a joke to you? Can’t you understand me, just once?”
She tore the papers apart and threw them at me, sobbing.
I stood there silently, watching her cry in another man’s arms. The woman who once swore to love me forever had finally broken every promise she made.