Kneel, Darling, Your Trophy Wife Is Gone Chapter 15
Three days later, the cruise ship docked in Alaska.
I moved into a hotel temporarily, and Damien acted like it was the most natural thing in the world to take the
room beside mine.
After that, we wandered almost aimlessly through Alaska together. We went to Glacier Bay, walked across
blue ice fields, took helicopters over snow-covered mountains, and rode old trains through endless white
wilderness.
No destination. No schedule.
Just moving forward whenever we felt like it.
And slowly, I started smiling more often.
Not the polished, elegant smile everyone used to praise.
A real one. Light. Instinctive.
Until that afternoon.
Damien and I had just returned from the harbor when I saw him standing outside the hotel.
Ethan.
Like a storm arriving at the wrong time.
The moment his eyes landed on me, something violent flickered across his expression.
“Nora.”
His voice sounded rougher than I remembered.
“It’s been three months. You’ve made your point.”
His gaze locked tightly onto me.
“Come home with me.”
I stopped walking.
The faint smile on my face disappeared little by little until all that remained was coldness.
“Made my point?” A quiet laugh escaped me. “Ethan… why do you still think this is me throwing a tantrum?”
I pulled the finalized divorce decree from my bag and held it up between us.
“We’re divorced.”
Ethan’s expression changed instantly.
His voice tightened. “I never agreed to that.”
He stepped toward me subconsciously.
“Everything before-I can change it. I can fix Hazel too…” His breathing became uneven. “What exactly do you
want from me?”
I cut him off immediately.
“You really think an apology erases everything?”
He was about to answer.
But the moment he saw my expression, his entire body stiffened.
I simply looked at him quietly, calm enough to feel cold.
“Do you remember the basement?”
The wind around us suddenly seemed to freeze.
“After you pushed me away that day,” I asked softly, “what was the first thing you said to me?”
Silence.
So I answered for him.
“Nora, is this really how a Moretti Donna behaves? Throwing yourself around like some crazy bitch?”
Ethan’s breathing stopped for a second. Color slowly drained from his face.
But I continued anyway.
“Ethan, your apology means nothing to me. Because from beginning to end, you never saw me as a person.”
I met his eyes directly.
“I was just a tool to you. A perfect wife you could display beside your name.”
“You wanted to tame me. You wanted me to accept your affairs and stay obedient forever.”
“And the moment I stopped obeying…” My voice stayed frighteningly calm. “You punished me.”
“You locked me in the basement. You handed me over to those men.”
“You even knew something could happen to me… and you still didn’t care.”
I paused briefly before finally saying the words that shattered whatever remained between us.
“Ethan.”
“You don’t love me.”
“You just need me.”
The sea wind blew hard across the harbor.
Ethan stood there motionless.
And for the first time, he truly looked like a man who had lost something irreversible.
Ethan POV
Nora’s voice had been soft the entire time.
But every word pierced straight through Ethan’s chest like poisoned needles, leaving him completely speechless.
He wanted to deny it. Wanted to grab her and tell her she was wrong-that he truly loved her.
But the coldness in Nora’s eyes shattered every lie he tried telling himself.
Because what did it matter if he claimed to love her?
Everything he’d ever done proved the opposite.
He never respected Nora. Not once.
To Ethan, she had always been something he owned. A flawless Donna molded perfectly for his world. A
chess piece he could move however he pleased.
And somehow, realizing that made him feel even more disgusting than before.
When Nora turned and walked away without hesitation, Ethan instinctively moved after her.
But someone blocked his path first.
Damien.
One corner of Damien’s mouth lifted slightly, though there wasn’t a trace of warmth in his eyes.
“Using a sick mother as leverage to trap a woman in marriage…” His voice was calm and icy. “Don Moretti
never fails to impress.”
Ethan’s expression darkened violently.
“Move.”
His voice dropped low with threat.
“You helping Nora divorce me is a debt I’ll collect eventually.”
Damien only smiled colder.
“Really?”
He stepped slightly closer.
“Then I’ll be waiting.”
