Kneel, Darling, Your Trophy Wife Is Gone Chapter 11
Ethan POV
Once.
Twice.
Three times.
Hazel was thrown from the third-floor balcony five separate times.
By the final fall, every bone in her body was shattered. She couldn’t even lift a finger anymore.
Her friends weren’t spared either.
One after another, they were dragged upstairs and thrown down five times as well.
Blood spread across the freezing pavement beneath the club while the metallic scent of it saturated the
night air.
Ethan stood there coldly watching Hazel and the others get loaded into ambulances.
He was just about to order the driver to take him to the hospital when his phone suddenly rang.
The assistant’s voice came through rapidly, every word hitting Ethan’s chest like a blade.
“Don-I went to the hospital, but Donna isn’t there. The nurses said she left this morning.”
The assistant hesitated briefly before continuing.
“And… a courier delivered some documents for you.”
Ethan’s heartbeat skipped violently. A bad feeling rose instantly in his chest. “What documents?”
The assistant’s voice lowered carefully.
“Your finalized divorce decree with Donna.”
For a second, Ethan couldn’t hear anything anymore.
The entire world fell silent.
Divorce decree?
Nora divorced him?
How?
How the hell did she manage that?
And why wasn’t she afraid anymore?
Didn’t she know he could’ve cut off her mother’s medical treatment at any time?
The second the call ended, Ethan started the car and drove back to the estate like a madman.
The assistant was already waiting inside, holding the divorce papers with obvious sympathy written across
his face.
Ethan snatched them away immediately.
The moment he flipped open the agreement and saw Nora’s signature at the bottom, his gaze locked onto it so intensely it looked like he wanted to burn straight through the page.
He had no memory of signing anything like this.
Until he saw the date.
Then suddenly he remembered.
That day Hazel had slashed Nora’s face open.
Nora handed him paperwork and told him the hospital needed signatures for surgery authorization.
At the time, he’d been too busy chasing after Hazel to even glance at the pages before signing his name
carelessly.
So that was it.
She had hidden the divorce papers among the hospital documents from the very beginning.
Then what about the divorce agreement Hazel handed him afterward?
A fake?
Or just another distraction Nora deliberately prepared?
Ethan stood frozen in place.
His chest felt horrifyingly empty, like his heart had fallen into a bottomless pit.
Then suddenly, he remembered Nora’s expression that day when he signed the papers.
She looked relieved.
Happy, even.
Like she had finally removed something unbearably heavy from her shoulders.
She wanted to leave him. Desperately.
But why?
He’d given Nora everything-money, status, power. He told her again and again that she was the woman he
loved most.
So why would she still do this?
The assistant’s voice suddenly sounded again, distant and unreal, like it was breaking through layers of fog.
“Don Moretti… I also checked the rehabilitation center.”
Ethan’s eyes shifted slowly toward him.
The assistant lowered his head.
“The attending physician said Mrs. Carter passed away twenty days ago.”
Ethan froze completely.
Then instinctively, his mind began replaying what he had been doing twenty days ago.
That day…
He was vacationing by the ocean with Hazel.
During the trip, he called Nora three times.
She never answered.
At the time, he assumed she was throwing another jealous tantrum. He’d even found it amusing, and
afterward he spent the night tangled in bed with Hazel without another thought.
But the truth was-that was the day Nora’s mother died.
And even though Ethan was supposed to be the man closest to her, she never called him once.
Never told him.
Pain ripped through his chest violently, like an axe splitting his heart apart piece by piece.
By now, Ethan’s eyes had already turned bloodshot.
“Find her.”
His voice came out rough and terrifying.
“I don’t care what it takes. Find out where my wife went.”
The assistant immediately answered respectfully.
But seven full days passed.
And every lead disappeared into nothing.
Nora was gone. No one knew where she went. No one had seen her.
The only thing they found was a piece of hospital surveillance footage from the day she left.
In the video, Nora walked slowly down the hallway alone.
Her movements were weak. Unsteady.
But she never looked back once. She truly wanted to leave him.
That realization pierced straight through Ethan’s chest like a knife, hurting badly enough to leave him
breathless.
He stared at the footage of her thin figure for a very long time.
And suddenly he remembered that night at the club. Nora clutching his arm desperately, begging him not to let those men take her away.
And what did he do?
He pressed his hand against her back and pushed her toward them himself.
“Nora, it’s only some alcohol. It’s nothing.”
“And after tonight, maybe you’ll finally learn how to behave.”
How could he have done something so cruel?
How could he possibly hurt her like that?
Nora was the woman he loved most.
