He Gave Me a Divorce, I Gave Him Ruin Chapter 05

He Gave Me a Divorce, I Gave Him Ruin Chapter 05

After that, I casually packaged every provocative message Chloe had ever sent me—the photos showing off her gifts, the barbed chat logs—and anonymously forwarded them to her biggest commercial rival.

Let them tear each other apart.

Finally, just as I was about to turn off my phone, Ethan called.

His voice was the same as always: careless, with that infuriating air of condescending tolerance.

“Forgot to tell you. Our divorce won’t be final for ninety days.”

“If you want to change your mind, it’s not impossible,” he said with a soft chuckle. “On the condition that you do something to make it up to me first.”

He was so certain I couldn’t let go of being Mrs. Sterling.

I glanced at the black car already waiting outside my window, ready to take me out of New York and back to New England.

“Got it,” I said into the phone.

Then I hung up, blocked his number, and turned it off.

…

As far as Ethan knew, this was the first time Amelia had ever hung up on him.

Five days later, the anger was still simmering.

Especially after seeing the screenshots of his receipts splashed across the headlines of a gossip column.

He slipped out of Chloe’s bed, pulled on his coat, and decided to go back to the Fifth Avenue penthouse.

Chloe wrapped her arms around him from behind.

“Ethan, stay a little longer.”

Ethan turned, his brow furrowed in obvious impatience. “Don’t tell Amelia about the pregnancy yet.”

Chloe pouted. “You’ve both signed the divorce papers. What are you afraid of?”

Ethan’s whole body went rigid, and a surge of rage washed over him.

“The ninety-day waiting period isn’t over. It’s not a divorce until it’s final.”