Chapter 5

During my week of hospitalization, Ethan stayed in the VIP suite right next door to take care of Chloe.

I listened to the intimate whispers coming through the wall. As I stared blankly out the window, my doctor knocked and walked in.

"Scarlett, the lab results are back. Chloe's baby is not a match to Ethan."

I kept my eyes on the window, not even reaching for the paper.

"Throw it away. His life has nothing to do with me anymore."

When I passed Chloe’s room, Ethan was gently feeding her soup.

To be honest, that gentle, clumsy side of Ethan was something I had never been given.

My hand hovered over the doorknob. In the end, I didn't knock. I just left the signed divorce papers with the nurse to hand to him.

Then, I went straight to the airport and left the country without looking back.

...

Ethan hadn't been sleeping well lately.

He knew me too well. My obsession with him was bordering on psychotic.

Now that we had completely ruined each other, he was certain I would go after Chloe.

So he deployed all his security.

He blocked all local media, terrified that some scandal would stress Chloe out.

He kept bodyguards stationed all around the clinic to ensure Chloe could leave safely.

He even prepared blackmail material to use against me if I pushed him.

I had no doubt that if my parents hadn't died in a plane crash three years ago, he would have kidnapped them to use as leverage against me.

He was ready to burn everything down.

Yet, I had only glanced at them through the window and left.

This made him incredibly uneasy all day.

He checked his Snapchat. The chat box, which used to be spammed with my endless demands for his location, had been dead silent for days.

He locked his phone, feeling a strange, hollow emptiness.

That feeling peaked when he finally tucked Chloe in and rushed back to our penthouse.

Everything belonging to me was gone. Every single piece of jewelry and gift he had ever given me was smashed to pieces on the floor.

Anger flared up. He swallowed his pride and sent me a Snapchat message.

When the red exclamation mark popped up, showing he was blocked, he froze.

He rushed back to the clinic. The doctor stopped him at the entrance, looking relieved as he handed him a folder.

"Ethan, thank goodness you're here. We need your signature on these files for Scarlett and Chloe."

Ethan held back his irritation and glanced at them.

The next second, all the color drained from his face.