After a 3-Year Coma, My Husband Found a Look-Alike — So I Married the Heir Chapter 10

After a 3-Year Coma, My Husband Found a Look-Alike — So I Married the Heir Chapter 10

“Look at Ella’s social media. She posted it herself.”

Someone shoved their phone in Ethan’s face.

“The rest of my life begins now. And look at the photo. It’s a marriage certificate.”

“It’s got to be fake. Trying to get a reaction out of him. She’s just jealous he’s spending the night with Fia.”

Ethan stared at the post. Then he grabbed the phone and smashed it on the floor.

Everyone around him flinched.

His friend stared at the pieces of his phone in disbelief.

“That was mine…”

“Ethan.” Fia touched his arm carefully. “When did you get the divorce decree? I didn’t even know. Were you really planning it as a surprise for me?”

Ethan spun to face her. His face was dark enough to drip.

“I’d like to know too.”

When did he sign a divorce decree?

He had never even considered divorcing Ella.

What divorce decree?

Without another word, he strode out of the bar.

Fia followed but he was already gone.

She stamped her foot in anger. “Ella Hayes, you better have actually divorced him. If not, I’ll make you pay.”

The driver sped Ethan back to the Vance Residence.

He searched the house.

Ella’s things were gone. Her slippers. Her favorite pillows. Her mug. Even the coffee set she loved.

“Where is all her stuff?”

A housekeeper came quickly. “Sir, Mrs. Vance threw some things out. The rest she took somewhere.”

Ethan’s voice cracked. “When did it start?”

“After she got out of the hospital.”

“She started with small things. Then the jewelry you gave her.”

“Did she throw those away too?”

“No, sir. She donated them.”

“And then?”

“Then she started getting rid of her favorite things. Eventually, she stopped coming home much.”

Ethan collapsed onto the empty couch. “When was the last time she was here?”

“About two weeks ago. You weren’t around much, sir, so you probably didn’t notice.”

Yeah. He hadn’t been around.

After Ella woke up, he should have spent more time with her.

But Fia had trouble sleeping. Noah cried a lot.

Every time he tried to leave, they begged him to stay.

Rubbing his temples, he reached for his phone to call Attorney Miller.

Before he could dial, the housekeeper announced, “Sir, Attorney Miller is here.”

The man walked in and placed a divorce decree on the table in front of Ethan.

“Mr. Vance, Miss Hayes instructed me to deliver your divorce decree.”