Chapter 6 

Lena’s eyes widened slowly. 

She probably thought she’d misheard me–or maybe she was hallucinating. 

She laughed awkwardly and shook her heat. 

“No… that’s not possible.” 

She started to reach for me but hesitated, remembering how many times I’d pulled away. 

She was afraid if she touched me again, I’d disappear for good. 

So we just stood there, frozen. 

“You’re joking, right?” she asked, testing the waters, but her voice was already cracking. 

“What do you mean divorce?” 

“You never said anything about that–and I never agreed to it!” 

Her voice started rising, almost frantic. 

I didn’t want to argue anymore. I picked up my suitcase and turned away. 

“The papers are on the table. See for yourself.” 

I called a car to the airport. 

As soon as she heard that, Lena ran back inside the old house. 

The divorce papers were right there on the table, exactly where I left them. 

Her signature was at the bottom. 

That strong, slanted handwriting of hers–she always dragged the tail on the last letter of her name. 

She couldn’t possibly not recognize it. 

But she had no idea when she’d actually signed the end of our marriage. 

On the way to the airport, my phone lit up with a call from Lena. 

I didn’t answer. 

I took out the SIM card and snapped it in half. 

The driver glanced at me in the rearview mirror and chuckled. 

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Pregnant for Three Months: My Husband and Sons Locked Me in a Coffin 

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““all have a fight Girlfriend drama? 

I shook my head. Nah. Ex wife.” 

The guy was a total chatterbox and clearly couldn’t help himself. 

“What happened that had you’re cutting her off completely?” 

“She cheat on you or somethin‘?” 

I didn’t know how to answer that. 

Who knows–maybe Lena and Ethan never actually crossed that line. 

Even if she fawned all over him, she always kept it just safe enough. 

Safe enough not to get caught. 

Ethan always acted like the perfect gentleman too–just her loyal assistant. 

“Something like that.” 

That got the driver going. He launched into a full–blown rant about how modern women don’t care about family, going on and on about his own daughter–in–law. 

Guess I hit a nerve. 

I let him talk. Didn’t say a word. 

Before I knew it, we were at the airport. 

I got out, wheeled my suitcase to check–in, went through security. 

My flight was in an hour and a half. 

I was finally leaving behind a decade of misery. 

I was almost at the security scanner when the line behind me scattered in chaos. 

Lena burst through the crowd, panting and flushed, and yanked me out of line. 

Right there, in front of everyone, she tore the divorce papers to pieces. 

“I never signed this! It doesn’t count!” 

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