My Husband Wiped The Handle My Brother Touched And Called It Clean Chapter 09

My Husband Wiped The Handle My Brother Touched And Called It Clean Chapter 09

“Ethan, seeing you put on this deeply devoted act right now only makes me feel utterly disgusted.”

I kicked his hand off my jeans without a single drop of mercy, looking down at the man from above.

“Did you honestly think that if you knelt, I would be so moved to tears that I’d forgive every single piece of betrayal and trauma you caused?”

“You got one fundamental fact wrong,” I added coldly. “I am not leaving you to play hard to get.”

“I am leaving because you, from head to toe, are rotten to the core.”

Without giving him another glance, I turned and pushed Logan through the security checkpoint.

Ethan slumped onto the floor, every ounce of strength draining completely from his body.

He didn’t try to chase us anymore. He simply watched our retreating figures with a look of pure despair until we vanished past the security gates.

The moment the plane lifted off the tarmac, I watched the sprawling city shrink through the window.

I let out a long, heavy breath of relief.

Goodbye, Ethan Miller. May we never meet again.

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Later on, through old colleagues, snippets of news regarding Ethan drifted across the ocean to me.

After my departure, Starry Sky Tech, lacking its core patent, collapsed like a house of cards.

Ethan was never some business prodigy; without me cleaning up his messes and anchoring the foundation, he couldn’t even manage basic day-to-day operations.

Investors withdrew their capital, executives jumped ship, and the cash flow dried up entirely.

Within six months, the once-glorious Starry Sky Tech officially entered bankruptcy liquidation.

To satisfy his mountain of debts, every single property and luxury vehicle under Ethan’s name was seized and auctioned off by the court.

I heard that on the day court officials arrived to seal the villa, he wrapped his arms around the front gate and refused to let go, screaming and causing a scene without a shred of dignity left.

He cursed Stella Vance for ruining him, then wept hysterically, shouting that if he hadn’t forced me away, he would be a billionaire CEO of a publicly traded empire by now.

His mind broke completely, and he turned to alcohol to numb himself every single day.

He couldn’t handle falling from a high-and-mighty CEO to a

blacklisted, penniless deadbeat.

From beginning to end, the only things he ever loved were himself and the commercial utility I could provide for him.

Now, with his final assets liquidated, he had become absolute garbage. It was exactly what he deserved.

Meanwhile, my own life had truly just begun.

During our three years in Germany, Logan endured three major surgeries alongside countless grueling hours of painful rehabilitation.

Though a barely perceptible limp remained when he walked, he was finally able to step back onto the running track he loved so dearly.

And during those same three years, I led a brilliant team to develop a cutting-edge AI medical diagnostic system that created a massive wave of excitement across Europe.

Three years later, I was invited back to the country as an industry pioneer to headline the Global Technology Summit.