All Chapters of Sleazy Husband Dumps Widow After Demolition: Chapter 1 - Chapter 9

Ethan Harper’s office called to ask about him. That was when I learned that he had been skipping work. He left for breakfast before dawn. He was not answering his phone, so I rushed back home. A few elderly women were sunbathing downstairs. They covered their mouths and snickered when they saw me. This was not the first time. I stopped in my tracks as I felt my heart sink. Their gazes shifted between me and the breakfast shop. The shop was usually bustling, but today, its doors were shut tight. Mildred, one of the ladies, hesitated for a moment before gesturing for me to come close. She leaned in and whispered, “You should go check around the back.” My anxious heart sank even further. I walked around and peeked through the open window. Two naked people lay together with their backs to the window. I recognized Ethan when I saw his pale back. I felt a strong urge to kick down the door, but I held back. Instead, I snapped two pictures of them together with tremblin

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 u

Suddenly, it clicked. As expected, Margaret had completely changed her attitude. She called and texted me constantly. She checked on me as if she were my own mother. She yelled at Ethan over the phone. Then, she quickly changed her tone with me. “Chloe, you two already have a bond. You’re married. If Ethan messes up, just yell at him and put him in his place. You don’t need to get a divorce. “My family will never accept that widow.” Her voice was so loud that it made my eardrums ring. My mother lost her patience and snatched the phone from me. “What makes you think you’re so special when you’re nothing?! I’m telling you, whether you like it or not, Ethan and Chloe are getting a divorce!” Margaret could not keep her cool either. “Chloe, you really are a manipulative b*tch! “You’ve just been waiting to dump my son and find someone better, haven’t you?” I had seen people act shamelessly before. But the level to which Ethan and Margaret stooped came as a surprise

Ethan’s eyes lit up. He quickly stood up and followed me. I drove him to a restaurant we used to visit frequently. He skillfully pulled out the menu and started ordering. Everything he chose was heavy on oil and salt. After he finished his order, he stared at me eagerly. “I haven’t been eating or sleeping well lately. Honey, we can’t get divorced.” I could not help but sneer. There was no way he had not been sleeping well. He was snoring loudly in the hallway. When he saw that I was quiet, he said, “I’ll find a job. Don’t worry, I’m a changed man now.” I tapped the table as I watched him sweat profusely across from me. After sitting there for just a little while, he was already hot and was fanning himself with his hand. “Didn’t you say that I was too controlling?” He was stunned. He then said in a low voice, “Back then, I didn’t realize how good I had it. You were just looking out for me.” After a brief pause, he brought up Grace. He said, “That woman is def

Two years later, my parents secured compensation for the demolition of their place. It was worth over ten million. I went to the hospital to visit a colleague who had just given birth. From a distance, I spotted Margaret among the crowd of people waiting to make payments. She looked much older. Her hair was graying, and her back was hunched like Ethan’s. She kept trying to cut in line. After she was called out for it, she cursed at people angrily. She shakily pointed at a pregnant woman in front of her. “What’s so great about being pregnant? I’m way older than you! Can’t you just let me through?” As she spoke, she wiped her tears away. “Do you have any idea how tough it is being a single mother?” The pregnant woman turned red from embarrassment. In the next moment, she started bawling. The people around her complained to Margaret. She stood her ground and argued fiercely. I had heard her use foul language many times before. However, no one indulged her this time. It d