I Waited To Settle Our Wedding Date, Only To Find Him Acting As Her Fake Partner Chapter 05

I Waited To Settle Our Wedding Date, Only To Find Him Acting As Her Fake Partner Chapter 05

The officer stepped back into the room, his expression stern, holding the notes from what he’d just verified.

Ignoring Ethan’s frozen expression, I pulled up years of payroll deposits and bank transfer records

on my phone.

Then I handed over my tax records too.

“Officer, every dollar of that forty–five thousand came from my own legitimate income.”

“He never contributed to the account, yet he filed a false report and wasted police resources to have

me stopped.”

“I won’t agree to any kind of mediation.”

Faced with records he couldn’t argue away, the polished composure Ethan always wore finally

cracked.

He stepped forward instinctively, putting himself between me and the officer, then lowered his

voice in warning.

“Claire, enough. Do you really have to humiliate me in front of the police?”

Even now, he still thought I was throwing a tantrum.

He still believed this was some extreme stunt meant to force him to back down and come soothe

me.
I didn’t spare him another look. My attention stayed on the officer, my voice cool and steady.

“Am I free to go once I finish my statement?”

“Yes, Ms. Bennett. We’ve verified what happened. You’re free to leave.”

The officer nodded, then turned to Ethan, his expression hardening.

“Mr. Parker, you knowingly gave false information in a police report. You’re being cited and fined

five hundred dollars.”

At the mention of a citation, Maddie, who’d been standing off to the side playing innocent, went

pale and quietly edged back half a step, terrified of being dragged into the trouble.

That was when Ethan finally panicked.

He pulled out his phone as if he could call someone and make the problem disappear. But after

bankrolling Maddie’s outrageously expensive fake wedding,

his credit cards were maxed out, and he was already buried in high–interest debt.

Flastered and desperate, he grabbed my wrist.

“Claire! Don’t go. Tell the officer this was just a misunderstanding… At least pay the fine for me

first. Whatever else we need to talk about, we can deal with it at home.”

His grip was hard, frantic enough to feel threatening.

I looked down at his fingers around my wrist and wrenched myself free.

“Ethan, that’s your mess. Not mine.”

“Claire Bennett!”

Behind me, his furious voice strained to hold on to the last scraps of his pride.

“If you walk out that door today, don’t come begging me to marry you later. I won’t give you

another chance.”

I didn’t look back.

The late–fall air felt startlingly clean against my face when I stepped outside.

That day, I finally ended our seven–year relationship with my own hands.