Kneel, Darling, Your Trophy Wife Is Gone Chapter 02
Six years ago, when my family arranged my marriage to Ethan, I thought I was simply trading one cage for another.
But Ethan wasn’t like that.
The first time he saw me, he fell for me so hard it almost looked like obsession.
On the night of our engagement, the entire estate glittered with diamonds and rare jewels. The lights were so bright they hurt to look at.
One of the socialites at the party tried humiliating me.
By the next morning, her entire family had vanished from New York.
After we got married, Ethan filled the estate with the roses I loved most. Every morning, he personally picked one and left it beside my pillow before I woke up.
A single text from me saying I was upset was enough to make him walk out of billion-dollar meetings and come straight home. He’d automatically pull my chair out, fill my plate before his own, and every time someone mentioned my name, he’d smile without even realizing it.
So when I found out he was keeping mistresses, I shattered.
I cried. I screamed. I even threatened to jump off a building just to force him to come home.
And he did come back.
But less than a month later, there was another woman.
I once went looking for the second mistress myself.
She slapped me across the face.
Later, Ethan handled it exactly the same way he handled Hazel today.
Five slaps.
And the words he said back then were identical too.
“Nora is the woman I love most.”
I believed him.
I truly thought it was love.
Until I saw a video online of him carrying that woman into a hospital like she was something precious.
That was the moment I finally understood.
The devotion he gave me was never special.
He could give it to anyone.
I asked him for a divorce.
Ninety-nine times, to be exact.
Every single divorce paper I handed him ended up torn to pieces.
He blacklisted every divorce attorney in the city and made sure no one dared take my case.
Then he used my mother’s illness to trap me in place.
“You’re my wife. That’s enough.”
He said it casually.
Like he was talking about ownership of an object.
So I gave in.
Because of my mother’s medical bills. Because of the hospital. Because I had nowhere else to go.
Six years.
Nine mistresses.
I went from heartbreak, to numbness, to becoming the pathetic joke everyone laughed at behind closed doors.
Until a few days ago.
My mother died.
And suddenly, I realized I didn’t need to stay beside Ethan anymore.
I walked back into the hospital room and slowly flipped through the documents he had just signed.
Then from the very bottom, I pulled out the divorce papers I’d prepared long ago.
A slow breath escaped my lips.
Then I picked up the pen—
and signed my name.
