He Gave Me a Divorce, I Gave Him Ruin Chapter 19

He Gave Me a Divorce, I Gave Him Ruin Chapter 19

“Ah!” Ethan cried out in pain as he was forced to the floor. His expensive suit scraped against the wine-stained carpet as handcuffs were snapped onto his wrists.

Flashes went off all around us.

There were gasps, people backing away, and the tell-tale red lights of phones already recording.

I looked down at him, sprawled in disgrace on the floor, and felt nothing.

He deserved this.

The police hauled Ethan to his feet. He looked at me through his disheveled hair, the color draining from his face.

Finally, as if true panic had set in, he shouted with all his might.

“Amelia! Don’t go!”

After I returned to the house, Lucas looked at me with unusual gravity.

“Amelia, this is getting dangerous. I need to protect you.”

I glanced at him and decided it was an excellent suggestion.

“All right. Name your salary.”

After being released on bail, Ethan went quiet for a while.

Maybe his lawyer’s warning had finally sunk in. Or maybe the humiliation of being pinned to the floor in front of a crowd took some time to recover from.

A week later, I saw him at the gate again.

This time, he wasn’t alone.

He had brought Chloe with him.

And Chloe was carefully cradling a small, rounded belly.