My Husband Said His Student Was More Important Than His Pregnant Wife Until I Asked for Divorce novel Chapter 116

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Ethan returned faster than I expected, probably saw my comment and flew into a rage. Not to coax me back,

but to seek justice for his Sophie.

I couldn’t get a taxi at the gated community entrance. A black Maybach screeched to a halt, blocking my

path. The door opened. Ethan stepped out, his face frosty. Sophie followed behind him, eyes red, looking

utterly wronged.

“Summer, what’s wrong with you?” Ethan grabbed my wrist. “You will apologize to Sophie. Now. What were

you thinking, posting that nonsense? Do you really believe dragging someone’s name through the mud

makes you look better?”

I looked at the face that once made my heart flutter. Now it just made me sick. “Nonsense?” I shook off his

hand and stared coldly at Sophie.

“I think Sophie knows exactly what she did. Three days ago, while my father was dying on an operating table,

she rejected the funding request for his surgery.”

“The reasons? Incorrect formatting and an ‘excessive’ amount. Tell me, Ethan, were you aware your policies

killed my father?”

Ethan faltered. He clearly didn’t know the details. He only knew I asked for money, and Sophie said it didn’t

comply with rules. He instinctively glanced at Sophie.

Sophie shuddered, tears instantly welling up. “Ethan, I was just following the company’s financial controls. Summer’s request came through without proper context, and given her history of… inflated appeals, I had no

reason to believe this was different.”

“I even flagged it for review but she never followed up with the required documentation.”

What a convenient narrative. Never followed up. As if forms and follow-ups mattered when someone was

already gone. Was I supposed to file a petition with the Grim Reaper?

Ethan’s frown deepened and turned to me, his eyes full of disappointment. “Summer, I’m disappointed.

Sophie was following protocol. Was it really necessary to attack her publicly?”

“Your father had a chronic condition since when did it become a life-or-death emergency? All this drama

over money… and you take it to social media. What happened to your judgment? Your class?”

My judgment? My class? Discuss these things with a murderer?

I let out a bitter, hollow laugh. “You’ve made your choice clear, Ethan. And I’ve made mine. The divorce

papers are in the study. I suggest you sign them.”

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Chefe amaldiçoado, fique longe de mim!

I picked up my suitcase to leave. My attitude infuriated Ethan. He snatched my suitcase and slammed it

violently to the ground.

The old suitcase burst open at the seams. Its contents scattered. A few shabby clothes. Some books. And a

black wooden box.

The urn rolled a few times and stopped at Ethan’s feet. Ethan froze. He stared at the box, his pupils

contracting sharply. “What is this?”

I bent down, carefully picked up the urn, and brushed off the dust. “This is what’s left of my father. Ethan. Are

you satisfied now?”

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