He Forged My Name to Give Away Our Home, So I Gave Away His Chapter 19

He Forged My Name to Give Away Our Home, So I Gave Away His Chapter 19

The official divorce proceedings moved significantly slower than I had anticipated.

Ethan complied fully with every single administrative step, but every time he had to sign a

disclosure form, he looked as though he was standing before a firing squad.

On the final day of signing, he was dressed in his full dress uniform, sitting directly across from me

at the legal affairs office.

The clerk reviewed our final paperwork.

“Both parties confirm that this dissolution is entirely mutual and voluntary?”

“Confirmed,” I replied without a single breath of hesitation.

Ethan paused for two excruciating seconds.

“Confirmed.”

The heavy steel stamp slammed down onto the ledger, reducing our three-year marriage to two

thin, maroon-colored booklets.

He gently pushed my copy across the polished desk.

“The deed to the new house has been permanently transferred back under your name alone. You

can move back in whenever you like.”

I packed the booklet securely into my bag.

“I will never live there.”

His hand froze on the desk.

“Why?” he asked, his voice cracking slightly.

“Because that place was never a home.”

He lowered his head, his voice dropping to a whisper.

“I understand.”

I stood up to leave.

He immediately rose from his chair.

“Ava… would it be alright if I came to visit you in the future?”

I looked straight through him.

“No.”

He offered a small, defeated nod.

“Alright.”

Daisy was waiting for me right outside the administrative gate. The moment she saw the maroon booklet in my hand, she let out a massive, sweeping sigh of relief.

“Finally! Absolute peace and quiet!”

Mrs. Wagner had walked down to meet us as well, carrying a basket of fresh farm eggs.

“Don’t find it too rustic, dear. Take them to rebuild your strength.”

I took the basket with a soft smile.

“Thank you, Mrs. Wagner.”

She rubbed her palms against her apron awkwardly, her eyes downcast.

“To be completely honest… I didn’t have the courage to stand up for you at the very beginning of this mess. I’ve felt incredibly guilty about it.”

“But you stood up for me when it mattered most,” I replied gently.

Her eyes rimmed with tears.

Ethan stepped out of the office doors just in time to catch those words, his footsteps faltering on the

concrete stairs.

Mrs. Wagner shot a cold glance toward him, completely ignoring his rank, and walked away without uttering a single greeting.

That absolute dismissal was far more devastating to his pride than any screamed insult could ever

.be.

The hospital board’s formal disciplinary action against Director Lewis was handed down that

afternoon.

He was stripped of his administrative rank and permanently reassigned to a remote outpatient post.

Daisy stood right by the pharmacy entrance, reading the official notice aloud in a clear, ringing

voice.

“For gross violation of pharmaceutical logging protocols, unauthorized suspension of essential

medical staff, and intentional concealment of security archive tampering, resulting in severe institutional damage.”

Once she finished reading, she pointedly fixed her eyes on a few nurses who had previously spread

the nastiest rumors.

“Did everyone hear that clear as day? It’s logged as ‘gross institutional damage,’ not ‘Ava Bennett being emotionally unstable’!”

The nurses lowered their heads, furiously focusing on their charts.

Dr. Matthews walked over from the sanitarium wing to hand over the latest consultation logs. When he met my eyes, his posture was incredibly humble compared to before.

“Ava… my narrow-mindedness during our first meeting was entirely uncalled for.”

Daisy mumbled under her breath, “Oh look, the doctor learned how to speak like a decent human being.”

Dr. Matthews feigned absolute deafness to her comment.

I accepted the files calmly.

“I will review the drug interactions tonight.”

“General Caldwell mentioned that the board would be profoundly honored if you would officially

accept the permanent chair on our advanced care council,” he added hopefully.

“I will take it under consideration,” I replied.

Later that afternoon, Arthur Miller arrived at the hospital pharmacy.

Standing just outside the glass window, he looked as though he had aged ten full years overnight.

“Ava.”

Daisy immediately stepped in front of the counter,

“Prescription pickups form a line on the left. Apologies form a line out the door.”

Arthur Miller didn’t show a hint of anger.

“I came here to return what belongs to her.”

He placed a polished, heavy mahogany box onto the counter.

“This is the genuine, handwritten master manuscript your mother left behind. The Miller family has kept it locked away for decades. It belongs in your hands now.”

I didn’t reach for it immediately.

“Why exactly did you wait twenty long years to hand it back?”

His shoulders slumped completely, his face filled with absolute defeat.

“Because I was a coward. I was entirely consumed by my own selfishness.”

The moment those words left his mouth, several nearby medical staff froze in shock.

Arthur Miller continued, his voice shaking, “I was terrified of the legal liability, terrified of how t would impact Ethan’s military advancement, and terrified of the world discovering the truth. I failed your mother, and I failed you entirely.”

“The debt you owe my mother is something you can never repay in this lifetime, Mr. Miller,”I stated coldly.

He lowered his head.

“I know.”

I pulled the mahogany box toward me and opened the lid.

Inside lay my mother’s genuine handwriting. Every single character was crisp, elegant, and filled with immense strength.

Arthur Miller pulled another document from his breast pocket.

“This is a formal, public letter of apology. I will ensure it is posted across the central headquarters

and the hospital bulletin boards by dusk.”

Daisy muttered under her breath, “You should have done that twenty years ago.”

Arthur Miller let out a bitter, sorrowful laugh.

“Yes… twenty years too late.”

As he turned to leave the corridor, Ethan was standing at the very end of the hall.

I saw him clearly.

He didn’t dare take a single step toward the counter. He simply stood in the shadows, his eyes locked onto the mahogany box resting against my chest.

Daisy whispered, “Look at that turns out he actually understands boundaries when his pride is thoroughly shattered.”

I held the box closer to my chest.

“It’s far too late for boundaries.”

That evening, I brought the original manuscript to Grandma Vance’s cottage.

As General Caldwell gently flipped through the delicate pages of my mother’s clinical logs, his

grew misty.

“Clara’s work… it remains entirely unmatched.”

Grandma Vance sat beside me, gently patting my knee.

“What are your plans for the future, dear?”

eyes

“I intend to systematically index these formulas,” I replied thoughtfully. “I want to draft a comprehensive, advanced pharmaceutical safety manual for the sanitarium and the base hospital These traditional treatments possess immense power to heal, but they must be administered with

absolute precision and clear contraindications.”

General Caldwell nodded with immense pride.

‘An exceptional endeavor.”

Just then, Secretary Smith pushed open the front door.

“General, the military magistrate has handed down the final indictment for Chloe Vance.”

He glanced toward me before continuing.

“She has been permanently stripped of her rank and commission, and is being transferred to the federal penitentiary to await formal sentencing. She… she explicitly requested to see Ava one final

time.”

Daisy immediately snapped, “Absolutely not! Don’t let her near Ava!”

I closed the cover of the manuscript firmly.

“I will see her.”

Daisy panicked, “Ava!”

“Every good story requires a clean, absolute ending, Daisy,” I said softly. “I’m going to finish this.”