Chapter 3 Chapter 3
Visibly, Ethan’s expression turned cold.
His jaw tightened, teeth clenched, as he stared at me with icy eyes.
After a long moment, he snatched the divorce agreement, shot me a mocking look, then grabbed a pen and signed it in a few swift strokes. When he was done, he flung the papers straight at my face.
“There. I’ve signed it. Satisfied now?”
I bit my lip and turned to go back into the bedroom, when Ethan’s cold voice rang out behind me.
“Don’t forget why you married me in the first place. Leave me—and let’s see how you survive.”
“And once we’re divorced, I’ll immediately withdraw all investments and cooperation with the Taylor family. Just wait for the Taylor family to go bankrupt.”
“When that happens, I hope you—and your useless parents—won’t come kneeling and begging me.”
His ruthless words stabbed into my heart, one cut after another.
He always knew exactly where I was weakest—where it hurt the most.
Back then, when my family was on the brink of bankruptcy, it was my parents who begged Ethan’s mother, Mary, for a marriage alliance between the Taylor and Jones families.
That was how I got the chance to marry Ethan and enter the Jones family.
What neither my parents nor Ethan’s mother knew was that Ethan had been pursuing me ever since college—and I had refused him every time.
At the time, the Taylor family was far more powerful than the Jones family, and I didn’t like Ethan.
After graduation, everything reversed. The Taylor family declined rapidly, while the Jones family grew stronger by the day.
When Mary learned that Ethan had once chased after me, she was furious and warned him never to have anything to do with me again.
It wasn’t until my parents approached Mary for the marriage alliance—requesting that the Jones family inject one hundred million dollars into the Taylor family every year—that things changed.
In exchange, my parents agreed that half of all future profits from the Taylor family businesses would go to the Jones family. And so, by a twist of fate, Ethan and I ended up together.
When Ethan found out that Mary had agreed to let me marry him, he was ecstatic—practically overjoyed beyond belief.
On our wedding night, he held me tightly, his eyes blazing with emotion as he made his vow.
“Lola, I will love you for the rest of my life. If I ever break this promise, may heaven strike me down with thunder.”
And in truth, after we married, he treated me very well.
He didn’t want me to suffer, so he let me stay home as a wealthy housewife and even gave me a black card to spend freely.
Every time he returned from a business trip, he brought me carefully chosen gifts.
During vacations, he took me traveling all over the world, never sparing time or attention.
Until our daughter was born, he had been a responsible husband—and a good father.
Then he hired Alice—a sexy, stunning female secretary—and everything changed.
He began staying out overnight, appearing at various events with Alice, even letting the outside world believe that shewas his wife.
More frightening still, Alice started inserting herself into my family, growing close to my daughter, Lucy.
She went out of her way to learn Lucy’s likes and dislikes, buying her all kinds of expensive gifts to win her over.
She even spoke badly about me behind my back, saying I had married Ethan for money, that I was a gold-digger who only cared about利益.
Lucy was only five years old. She believed everything Alice said and came to see me as a bad mother.
As I replayed those memories—thinking about the ten years of love Ethan and I once shared in this house—I was utterly heartbroken.
Just then, Ethan walked in with a dark expression, staring at me coldly.
“Since the divorce papers are signed, you have no reason to keep living here.”
“Get out of my house.”
A deafening crack of thunder sounded outside, followed by a torrential downpour.
In the darkness, lightning illuminated Ethan’s cold, terrifying face. My heart felt like it was bleeding.
Clenching my teeth, I walked out of the room. Before leaving the house, I took one last look at my daughter’s sleeping face—peaceful and innocent.
On that stormy night, my husband ruthlessly threw me out of our home.
