He Called Me A Housewife While I Gave Him Everything Chapter 07

He Called Me A Housewife While I Gave Him Everything Chapter 07

Ethan exhaled. 

“She was afraid you’d actually cut ties with her. She knew Harold was your weak spot. Once he was gone, she figured 

there’d be a body count between you and Nora. No coming 

back from that.” 

Damian stared at the evidence. The veins in his forehead 

stood out. He started laughing, a broken, jagged sound that twisted into a roar. “That’s it? That’s the reason? I ruined my 

entire life for that piece of garbage. I killed the only person 

I’ve ever loved.” 

He grabbed his coat and stormed out. Ethan couldn’t hold 

him back. 

Damian drove his car straight through the front door of 

Chloe’s apartment. 

Chloe was on the couch, sipping an overpriced green juice. When she saw the murder in Damian’s eyes, the glass slipped 

from her hand and shattered. 

“Damian? What are you, what happened to your 

forehead?” 

She reached for his face. He caught her wrist and hurled 

her into the wall. 

Chloe screamed. She hit the floor with both hands cradling 

her stomach. “Damian, I’m carrying your child! What’s wrong with you?” 

He stalked over, grabbed a fistful of her hair, and hauled 

her up. He slapped her across the face, once, twice, three 

times. 

“Child? Whose child would that be, exactly?” 

All the color dropped out of Chloe’s face. Her eyes 

skittered away from his. 

“What does that mean? Of course it’s yours. Ten IVF 

cycles. Ten.” 

He threw the original hospital report in her face. 

“Five years ago you did IVF, all right. With someone else’s genetic material. You paid off the doctor to falsify the records and told me the baby was mine.” His voice dropped to 

something lethal. 

“You’ve been bleeding me dry to support that man this whole time. And you still had the nerve to stand there and play 

innocent.” 

Chloe collapsed. She had nothing left to say. 

Damian crouched down. He caught her chin between his 

fingers and squeezed. 

“What do you care about most? Your reputation? Your money? I’m going to strip you of every last thing you have. You’re going to spend the rest of your life in the hell.” 

Damian didn’t call the police. He thought the police were too good for her. 

He took every foul thing she’d done, seducing a married man, forging medical records, defrauding him of massive sums, and the text message that killed a man, and he packaged 

it all up. Sent it to every relative she had. Every friend. Every 

follower from her live streams. 

Then he hired the best attorney in the city and filed a fraud 

suit. The $400,000, plus years of accumulated expenses, 

would be enough to lock her away until she was old. 

Chloe sobbed and begged, clinging to his leg. Damian 

looked at her the way you’d look at a cockroach. He kicked her 

off by the shoulder. 

“You should be grateful this is still a country of laws. 

Otherwise, I’d send you down personally to apologize to 

Harold Vance.” 

After he finished with Chloe, Damian threw himself back 

into the company. He worked like a machine, days bleeding 

into nights. He believed that if he climbed high enough, I’d see 

him somehow. I’d come back. 

But it didn’t matter how many deals he closed or what 

awards he won. The woman who used to make him ginger tea, 

who waited up for him late into the night, she was gone. He 

couldn’t find her. 

He started haunting the places I used to go. The grocery 

store. Parks. The public library. 

He even tracked down the professor, the one who 

assaulted me, and demanded he confess. The old bastard had 

long since been fired, living in squalor. 

Damian publicly humiliated him, forced him to write a 

written confession, and had it plastered across the university 

bulletin boards. 

He wanted to scrub the stain from my name. He wanted to wipe away all the filth. 

But he forgot that the dirtiest stain of all came from his 

own hands. 

Late one night, Damian came home. Out of habit, his feet 

carried him to the balcony. He knelt on the freezing floor, holding the broken leash in his hands. 

“Nora. Come back. I’ll behave. I’ll recite every last line of 

that pledge. Please, just put the leash back on me. Please.” 

The empty room gave him nothing but his own echo. 

That was the night he finally understood it. Some things, once shattered, stay shattered. No matter how he tried to piece them back together, all that remained was debris. And it cut 

him until he bled.