Kneel, Darling, Your Trophy Wife Is Gone Chapter 10
Ethan POV
Ethan rode with the police all the way to the nearby precinct.
A young waiter was already waiting in the lobby.
The moment he saw Ethan, he stood up nervously and handed over a phone.
“Don Moretti…” His voice was tense. “The Donna is a good person. A while ago, some customers were giving
me trouble, and she helped me out. I struggled with this for a long time, but… I still think you deserve to know
the truth.”
There were two videos.
Both secretly recorded.
Ethan tapped open the first one.
Onscreen, Hazel sat arrogantly with her so-called friends, openly giving instructions.
“Once I get Ethan out of the room, you follow the original plan. Got it?”
One of the men hesitated nervously.
“But Hazel… Nora’s Don Moretti’s wife. What if she tells him afterward? You really think Ethan’s gonna let us
walk away alive?”
Ethan recognized the speaker immediately.
It was the same man from the club. The one who claimed Nora attacked him first.
In the video, Hazel snapped viciously, “I’m backing you up, so what the hell are you scared of?”
“Besides, after something like that happens, what woman actually dares say anything? Ethan’s obsessed
with me right now. He doesn’t give a damn about Nora anymore.”
Ethan’s face turned ice-cold instantly.
His fingers tightened around the phone hard enough to tremble.
Then he opened the second video.
And after watching the entire thing, every trace of blood drained from his face. It felt like someone had
smashed a brick directly into his skull.
Because the second video showed everything.
Nora being force-fed alcohol.
Nora screaming while those men pinned her down.
Nora almost being assaulted.
Her desperate screams echoed brutally through the precinct, like a hammer smashing directly into
everyone’s chest.
Even the officers and the waiter looked visibly shaken.
Slowly, all eyes turned toward Ethan.
He stood there motionless, pale as death, fury flooding his blood so violently his eyes had turned red.
So Nora was telling the truth.
Those men were never just trying to make her drink.
They were trying to rape her.
How fucking dare they?
Didn’t they know Nora was his wife?
And suddenly, Ethan remembered the words he’d thrown at her that morning.
“It was only some alcohol. Did you really need to make this big of a scene?”
Now every syllable felt like a blade carving straight through his chest.
No wonder Nora looked at him with hatred. Because yesterday-he personally handed her over to hell.
After leaving the precinct, Ethan pulled out a cigarette. But no matter how many times he flicked the lighter,
the flame wouldn’t catch-his hands were shaking.
His expression darkened violently. He hurled the lighter onto the pavement, crushed the cigarette in his fist,
and turned coldly toward his assistant.
“Bring Hazel and every single one of her friends to the club.”
Hazel was dragged into the private suite with her arms twisted painfully behind her back.
She stumbled hard onto the floor and was just about to start screaming when she looked up-
and froze.
Ethan sat on the sofa under the dim lights, his expression dark and terrifying.
Beside him, her so-called friends were already beaten bloody beyond recognition, sprawled across the floor
like corpses.
Hazel’s face turned white instantly.
A horrible sense of dread crawled up her spine.
“Ethan…” Her voice shook. “W-What happened?”
Ethan said nothing. He merely tilted his chin slightly. The bodyguards immediately understood.
One of them grabbed Hazel by the hair and slapped her brutally across the face.
Each hit landed viciously enough to snap her head sideways.
Hazel screamed instantly.
By the time the bodyguard stopped, her face was swollen beyond recognition.
“Ethan!” she shrieked hysterically. “What the hell are you doing?!”
Ethan grabbed the phone from the table and smashed it directly against her face.
His eyes looked like frozen blades.
“Hazel,” he said softly, “didn’t I warn you not to touch my wife?”
Hazel instinctively flinched backward.
But the moment she heard her own voice playing from the video, her entire body stiffened.
Then slowly, the fear in her eyes hardened into resentment.
“So you know everything now.” She laughed bitterly. “Yeah. I did it. So what?”
Ethan’s gaze sharpened instantly.
The next second, he drove his foot viciously into her stomach.
Hazel slammed backward into the glass coffee table hard enough to shatter it. Broken glass tore through her
back immediately, blood soaking through her dress.
Pain nearly knocked her unconscious.
Only then did real fear finally appear in her eyes.
But even now, she still screamed stubbornly at him.
“I love you! I wanted real love! What the hell did I do wrong?!”
“Love?”
Ethan grabbed her hair violently and forced her head upward.
The coldness in his eyes was horrifying.
“You call throwing yourself at a married man love?”
His grip tightened harder.
“Hazel… do you even realize you crossed my bottom line?”
Hazel’s face twisted from pain.
“And what about you?!” she screamed back. “You had a wife and still chased after me!”
Tears mixed with blood across her face.
“And besides… why do you think I dared do any of this in the first place?”
Her eyes burned with resentment.
“Because you were backing me up!”
Ethan’s jaw clenched so tightly it made a cracking sound.
“Backing you up?”
He laughed coldly.
“You were nothing but a toy I used to kill time.”
His eyes became terrifyingly dark.
“And you actually thought I’d support you?”
He straightened slowly, voice calm enough to sound like a death sentence.
“My Nora jumped once.”
“So I’ll be generous.”
“You jump five times.”
Hazel’s face turned completely bloodless.
Ethan adjusted his cuffs casually.
“Don’t worry,” he said softly. “I already called doctors ahead of time.”
“I won’t let you die.”
At that moment, Hazel finally understood.
Ethan Moretti was never going to let her go.
Panic exploded across her face as she turned and tried to run, but the bodyguards grabbed her before she
could even reach the door.
What followed after that-
was hell.
