Chapter 3

I pretended not to see him as I packed the last piece of my clothing into a box and called the moving company downstairs.

“You can come up to move the things now.”

Ethan rushed over and grabbed my arm. “Move what? What are you trying to do?”

I coldly shook him off.

“Had a bit too much for breakfast this morning, didn’t you? I saw everything.”

Ethan sweated profusely. Despite that, he tried to act tough and said stubbornly, “I don’t know what you mean.”

I smiled and stared at his nearly two-hundred-pound frame.

“You should lose some weight. Grace is skinny. You wouldn’t want to crush her, would you?”

His face immediately turned bright red.

I was too tired to waste more words on him, so I said bluntly, “Aren’t you jealous of her dead husband? I’m just helping you out.

“The divorce papers are on the table. Sign them quickly!”

I looked around and said, “We still have two months left on the lease.”

Ethan and I did not have any assets that we needed to split between us.

Over the three years of our marriage, I watched him transform from a fresh-faced young man into a sleazy, overweight guy.

I should not be the one regretting this divorce.

Ethan stood still. He trembled as he glared at me defiantly. “You really think I care about you that much?! I’m so sick of your nagging! If you want to leave, just go!”

He strode over and picked up a pen, but he could not bring himself to sign the papers. It looked as though he was trying to muster up the courage to do so.

He gritted his teeth and said, “Grace is a hundred times better than you!”

“Good luck to you, Chloe. I know you’ll regret this divorce!” Ethan said before swiftly signing the papers.

A wave of relief washed over me as I watched him sign them.

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Rumors about my parents’ house getting demolished had been circulating.

The news had been circulating for ages, and Margaret had been worried.

This time, the rumors were confirmed. The residents were offered some compensation.

My parents were overjoyed when they learned about my divorce.

But when they heard that Ethan had been having an affair with a young widow, my mother was furious.

“Isn’t he ashamed of himself? People try to hide it, but he doesn’t even bother!”

I suppressed the bitterness in my heart. I thought Ethan had intended to hide it in the beginning.

However, even that was too challenging for him.

We chose to rent a cheap, rundown apartment to save money.

The surrounding residents are mostly elderly people who had plenty of time to gossip.

If I had chatted with those old ladies more often, I might have known about the scandal much earlier.

Margaret called right away when she heard the news.

She had worked hard to raise Ethan on her own and had spoiled him to no end.

When I picked up the call, she scolded me. “How dare you talk about divorce when you haven’t even been able to give him a baby in these few years?!

“He wouldn’t have run over to that woman’s shop every day if you had gotten up earlier to make him breakfast!”

She had been that way ever since Ethan and I first got married.

Ethan used to defend me fiercely before when he was head over heels for me.

He used to say, “Chloe has to work! Naturally, she can’t get up so early. I can just get breakfast downstairs!”

Margaret would look at me and say sarcastically, “That’s normal? It’ll become a habit if she continues that!”

I felt relief washing over me as I recalled those words.

She was always worried I would starve her precious son. Since he was with Grace, she did not have to worry about him going hungry anymore.

Sure enough, as soon as I moved out, Grace moved in.

Ethan did not say anything to me. Grace sent me a video as though she was showing off.

The house was still the same one after I moved my things out. All that was left was a big bed.

I did not get to change the bedsheet. It still had a big sweat stain from when Ethan slept there.