My Husband Said His Student Was More Important Than His Pregnant Wife Until I Asked for Divorce novel Chapter 120

Chapter 8

From the other end of the line, the assistant’s trembling voice came through. In the silent mountain valley, it

was unnervingly clear.

“M-Mr. Crawford… What are you talking about? Madam’s father… passed away last month. We stopped the

payments a long time ago.”

The air seemed to solidify. The arrogant expression on Ethan’s face froze instantly, like a mask cracking.

“What did you say?” His voice shook. “Who died? When?”

The assistant on the other end sounded close to tears. “Sir, it was… it was the evening of the drone display

for Ms. Allen’s birthday.”

“The hospital tried to reach you several times. You instructed us not to forward any calls regarding Mrs.

Crawford. Ms. Allen assured us she would follow up directly.” The assistant’s voice grew quieter, hesitant.

“You… weren’t aware?”

The truth landed like a physical blow. It didn’t just hurt, it circled back and struck deeper, a perfect,

devastating return.

He remembered. That day was Sophie’s birthday. He’d booked the riverside, setting off drone fireworks all night. He’d hugged Sophie amidst the cheers.

And at that time, I was in the hospital morgue, keeping vigil over my father’s cold body. He was watching

fireworks. My world had collapsed.

Ethan’s phone slipped from his hand. The screen shattered. He whipped around to look at Sophie, his eyes terrifying, as if he wanted to devour her. “You told me it was manageable. You said she was overreacting.”

Sophie’s legs gave way, and she collapsed into the mud. The expensive Chanel outfit was instantly ruined. “Ethan… I… I didn’t want to spoil your mood… And… and since she was already dead, telling you wouldn’t

have helped…”

Smack! Ethan slapped Sophie across the face with full force. Blood trickled from the corner of her mouth.

“Get out! Get out of here!” Ethan roared like a wounded beast.

Then, he turned to look at me. The disdain in his eyes was gone, replaced by immense panic and a belated… remorse? He stumbled toward me, wanting to grab my hand. “Summer… I didn’t know… I really didn’t know…

I’m sorry, I…”

I took a step back, avoiding his touch as if avoiding a pile of garbage. “Mr. Crawford, the divorce is filed. We have no legal ties. And please mind the equipment. It’s calibrated and worth considerably more than

whatever this performance is costing you.”

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