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05/28/2026

He Asked for a Divorce 101 Times. When She Finally Agreed, He Panicked!
The 101st Divorce
Chapter 1 — The Divorce He Never Believed

“When are you planning to withdraw the petition this time?”

Ethan Shen’s voice was cold and mocking as he leaned lazily against the marble counter inside the civil affairs office. His expensive black suit made him look untouchable, powerful, cruel.

Across from him, Stella Sue stood silently.

Three years.

One hundred divorce petitions.

Every single time, she had cried, begged, knelt, and apologized for mistakes she never made.

But this time…

Something was different.

The silence in Stella’s eyes unsettled him.

“You’re still not leaving?” Ethan scoffed. “This is supposed to be a lesson for you. If you disobey me again, I won’t withdraw it next time.”

A few people nearby whispered quietly.

“Again?”

“I heard he asks for divorce every few weeks.”

“She’s too pitiful…”

“Why would she stay with a man like that?”

Stella heard every word.

Yet strangely, she felt numb.

For ten years, Ethan had been the center of her world.

She loved him when they were teenagers.

Loved him through heartbreak.

Loved him through cruelty.

Loved him even after marriage turned into a prison.

But now…

She was tired.

Utterly exhausted.

Ethan smirked when she didn’t answer.

“What? Trying to play pitiful again?”

Still nothing.

He frowned slightly.

Normally, by now, Stella would already be clinging to his arm, apologizing desperately.

Instead, she quietly signed the documents.

Then looked up at him calmly.

“This time,” she whispered, “I won’t withdraw it.”

For the first time in years…

Ethan’s heart skipped.

But pride quickly replaced the strange feeling.

“You’ll regret this.”

Stella smiled faintly.

“No, Ethan.”

“This is the first time I finally won’t.”

Chapter 2 — The Woman He Chose

Outside the building, Ivy Sue wrapped her arms possessively around Ethan.

Beautiful.

Famous.

Adored by millions.

The complete opposite of Stella.

“Well?” Ivy smiled sweetly. “Did your little wife cry again?”

Ethan glanced toward the entrance where Stella slowly walked away alone.

“She’s pretending.”

“She’ll come back within three days.”

Everyone believed that.

After all, Stella was famous among their social circle for loving Ethan obsessively.

“She’d die without him.”

“She worships him.”

“She has no dignity.”

Even Ethan believed it.

Because for three years, he had trained her to obey.

Punished her whenever she upset him.

Humiliated her whenever he was angry.

And every time…

She came crawling back.

But no one knew the real reason Stella endured it all.

Not even Ethan.

Especially not Ethan.

Seven years earlier, there had been a fire.

A devastating one.

Ethan had nearly died inside the collapsing building.

When he woke in the hospital, Ivy was beside him.

Crying.

Claiming she had saved him.

From that moment on, Ethan devoted himself to her.

But Stella knew the truth.

Because she had been the one who dragged Ethan through flames while already half deaf from a brutal slap her father gave her earlier that night.

She had saved him.

Not Ivy.

Yet no matter how many times Stella explained…

Ethan never believed her.

Instead, he treated her love as manipulation.

A lie.

A betrayal.

And now, watching him gently hold Ivy’s hand in public while treating his own wife like trash…

Something inside Stella finally broke forever.

Chapter 3 — The Bracelet

The bracelet was all she had left of her mother.

A pale jade bracelet, slightly worn with age.

Simple.

Worthless to others.

Priceless to Stella.

When she entered Ethan’s penthouse later that night, she froze.

The bracelet was on Ivy’s wrist.

Ivy smiled lazily from the couch.

“Oh, this?”

“Ethan gave it to me.”

Stella turned toward him in disbelief.

“You gave away my mother’s bracelet?”

Ethan barely looked up from his drink.

“It’s just jewelry.”

“It belonged to my mother.”

“So?”

His indifference stabbed deeper than shouting ever could.

Stella’s hands trembled.

“You know it’s the only thing she left me.”

Ethan sighed impatiently.

“You’re making a scene over trash again.”

Ivy suddenly laughed.

“Maybe she’s jealous.”

Ethan smirked.

“Then let’s make it interesting.”

He poured wine into a glass and shoved it toward Stella.

“Drink this, and Ivy will return the bracelet.”

A horrified silence filled the room.

Even the servants looked uneasy.

Because everyone knew Stella had a severe alcohol allergy.

One glass could send her into shock.

Yet Ethan looked amused.

“Well?”

Stella stared at him.

Ten years of love.

Three years of marriage.

And this man…

Wanted to watch her suffer.

Slowly, she picked up the glass.

“Stella, don’t—”

Too late.

She drank it all.

Her throat burned instantly.

Her body trembled violently.

Red rashes spread across her pale skin.

But her eyes never left Ethan’s face.

“I loved you for ten years,” she whispered painfully.

“And today I finally understand…”

“You don’t just hate me.”

“You wish I were dead.”

For a split second…

Ethan’s expression cracked.

But before he could react, Ivy tossed the bracelet casually toward Stella.

“Catch.”

The bracelet hit the floor.

Shattered.

Time stopped.

Stella stared at the broken jade pieces scattered across the marble like fragments of her soul.

Then she collapsed.

Chapter 4 — The Truth About the Fire

When Stella woke later, she was alone.

The hospital room was silent except for the ringing in her damaged ears.

Her hearing aid sat beside the bed.

Cracked.

Broken.

She laughed weakly.

Even fate was mocking her.

A few minutes later, Tina rushed inside.

Tina was Stella’s only true friend.

The only person who stayed beside her after her family fell apart.

When Tina saw Stella’s swollen face and trembling hands, her eyes turned red.

“That bastard…”

Stella smiled faintly.

“It’s over.”

“No,” Tina snapped. “You loved him for ten years!”

“And he tortured you for three.”

Stella closed her eyes.

“I’m tired.”

Tina sat beside her quietly.

Then finally said the words Stella had needed to hear for years.

“The fire wasn’t your fault.”

Stella froze.

Tina continued softly.

“Your father slapped you deaf before the fire even started.”

“You couldn’t hear Ethan calling for help.”

Tears slid silently down Stella’s face.

“And your mother…”

Tina swallowed painfully.

“She died rushing to find you.”

The old grief returned instantly.

Her mother had spent her life funding charity research projects.

Kind.

Brilliant.

Selfless.

And dead because the family betrayed her.

Stella clenched the bedsheets tightly.

“I lost everything.”

Tina held her hand.

“No.”

“You still have yourself.”

“And this time…”

“Choose yourself first.”

Chapter 5 — The Man From South City

Weeks passed.

For the first time in years, Stella stopped contacting Ethan.

No messages.

No apologies.

No begging.

At first, Ethan enjoyed the silence.

“She’s trying to get attention.”

“She’ll come back.”

But after seven days…

He became irritated.

Then restless.

Then angry.

Why wasn’t she chasing him?

Meanwhile, Stella had already left North City.

South City welcomed her with warm sunlight and unfamiliar peace.

There, waiting for her at the airport, stood Liam Mo.

The richest man in South City.

Tall.

Calm.

Elegant.

Nothing like Ethan.

The moment Stella saw him, she froze.

“You…”

Liam smiled gently.

“You still remember me.”

Years earlier, Stella’s mother had sponsored a poor student with exceptional grades.

That student had been Liam.

Back then, he was quiet and hardworking.

Now…

He ruled an empire.

But his eyes when looking at Stella remained exactly the same.

Soft.

Careful.

Protective.

For the first time in years…

Someone looked at her like she mattered.

Chapter 6 — A Different Kind of Love

Liam never forced her.

Never raised his voice.

Never mocked her hearing impairment.

Instead, he memorized every one of her preferences.

He prepared white dresses because he knew she liked simple elegance.

He adjusted the lighting in rooms so her damaged hearing wouldn’t overwhelm her.

He even learned sign language.

Stella didn’t know how to react.

Because she had spent so long surviving cruelty that kindness felt terrifying.

One night, while sitting together beneath the stars, Liam finally confessed quietly:

“I loved you long before now.”

Stella looked stunned.

Liam smiled faintly.

“Seven years ago…”

“The person you saved from the fire…”

“It was me.”

Her breath stopped.

Not Ethan.

Liam.

The man she rescued while Ethan screamed somewhere deeper inside the building.

Liam’s eyes turned emotional.

“You dragged me out while you were already injured.”

“You saved my life.”

“And from that moment…”

“I wanted to become someone worthy of standing beside you.”

Stella cried harder than she had in years.

Not from pain.

But because for the first time…

Someone finally saw her sacrifice.

Chapter 7 — The Wedding Invitation

Back in North City, Ethan finally lost patience.

He announced his engagement to Ivy publicly.

The entire internet exploded.

Everyone believed he was punishing Stella.

And Ethan believed it too.

“She’ll come crawling back once she sees this.”

Instead…

He received wedding news.

Stella Sue was marrying Liam Mo.

The richest man in South City.

At first, Ethan laughed.

Impossible.

Stella loved him too much.

But when he saw photos of her smiling beside Liam…

Something inside him shattered.

For days, Ethan couldn’t sleep.

Memories haunted him constantly.

Stella carefully feeding him medicine.

Stella waiting for him all night.

Stella secretly supporting his business.

Stella loving him even when he destroyed her.

And suddenly…

He realized something horrifying.

He had never actually wanted the divorce.

He only wanted control.

Chapter 8 — The Truth Finally Comes Out

The day of Ethan and Ivy’s engagement arrived.

So did the truth.

Hidden surveillance recordings surfaced publicly.

Ivy’s voice echoed through the ballroom:

“It was Stella who saved Ethan from the fire.”

“I just stole the credit.”

The room exploded into chaos.

Ethan turned pale.

His world collapsed instantly.

Every cruel thing he had done replayed inside his mind.

The humiliation.

The torment.

The divorce threats.

The shattered bracelet.

The wine.

The insults.

All inflicted on the woman who truly loved him.

Ethan nearly lost his mind.

“I have to find Stella.”

“I have to explain.”

But when he arrived at Starry Garden…

It was already too late.

Chapter 9 — The Bride

The Starry Hall glowed beneath millions of lights.

A galaxy built on earth.

And at the center of it all…

Stella appeared in her wedding dress.

Everyone gasped.

She looked breathtaking.

Not fragile.

Not broken.

Radiant.

Alive.

Happy.

Ethan stood frozen as Liam walked toward Stella with endless tenderness in his eyes.

The same eyes Ethan should have had years ago.

The wedding vows began.

And for the first time in years…

Stella smiled genuinely.

Then Ethan burst inside.

“No!”

The entire hall turned silent.

Ethan walked toward her desperately.

“Stella, come home with me.”

Stella stared calmly.

“We’re divorced.”

“I never agreed!”

“You agreed every time you humiliated me.”

Ethan’s eyes turned red.

“I was wrong.”

“I know the truth now.”

“I know you saved me.”

“I know you loved me.”

“I’m sorry.”

Stella looked at him quietly for a long moment.

Then smiled sadly.

“Ethan.”

“I explained the truth to you hundreds of times.”

“You just never wanted to believe me.”

His face went pale.

She stepped closer.

“You didn’t lose me today.”

“You lost me little by little every time you chose to hurt me.”

Every word struck like a knife.

Ethan reached for her desperately.

But Liam stepped between them calmly.

“She’s my wife now.”

Those words destroyed him completely.

Chapter 10 — The 101st Time

The wedding continued.

Under the stars Stella once dreamed about.

Except now…

She stood beside someone who truly loved her.

Liam gently placed the restored jade bracelet onto her wrist.

“I searched the entire country to repair it.”

Stella burst into tears.

Because unlike Ethan…

Liam cherished the things she loved.

Not because they were valuable.

But because they mattered to her.

Then the vows were spoken.

“Will you take Liam Mo as your husband?”

Stella looked at the man before her.

The man who protected her without demanding pain in return.

The man who loved her gently.

Patiently.

Quietly.

And finally…

She answered.

“I do.”

Outside the hall, Ethan stood alone beneath the cold night sky.

Watching the woman who once begged for his love walk away forever.

This time…

For the 101st divorce…

She never came back.
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05/28/2026

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05/28/2026

He threatened divorce 99 times… the day she finally leaves for Paris, he loses his mind
# The 99th Divorce

Everyone in the city knew about Adrien Clark and Sienna Reyes.

Not because they were happy.

Not because they were powerful.

But because they were toxic in the most addictive way imaginable.

“Filed for divorce ninety-eight times,” people whispered.

“And she begged him to stay every single time.”

The rumors spread through elite parties, cafés, and business circles like wildfire. Adrien would explode in anger, throw divorce papers at Sienna, and wait.

Wait for the tears.

Wait for her to panic.

Wait for her to cling to him and beg him not to leave.

And every single time…

she did.

Until the ninety-ninth divorce.

---

The rain poured heavily against the courthouse windows.

Adrien stood near the entrance in his black tailored coat, his expression cold and unreadable. He glanced at his watch impatiently.

Sienna arrived several minutes later, soaked from the rain.

For once…

she wasn’t crying.

Adrien narrowed his eyes.

“You’re late.”

“Traffic.”

Her voice was calm.

Too calm.

That irritated him more than anger ever could.

“So,” he said lazily, “how long before you beg me to cancel this one?”

Sienna stared at him silently.

Then she answered softly.

“That won’t happen.”

Adrien chuckled.

He had heard dramatic declarations before.

But then she looked directly into his eyes and said the one sentence he never expected.

“This time, I’m divorcing you for real.”

Something inside him tightened.

Only for a second.

Then his pride swallowed it whole.

“Fine,” he said coldly. “Don’t come crawling back later.”

---

Years earlier, Sienna had fallen in love with Adrien Clark in college.

He was brilliant.

Rich.

Arrogant.

Untouchable.

And she chased him for four years.

Everyone laughed at her persistence.

But eventually, she won.

Or at least she thought she had.

During their first years together, Adrien loved her in strange, suffocating ways.

He left secret drinks at the library while pretending not to care.

He hid terrible handwritten love letters in her books.

He watched her from corners when she wasn’t looking.

He loved her deeply.

But he also loved power.

And somewhere along the way, he discovered something dangerous.

He loved watching Sienna fight for him.

The first divorce threat had happened over something stupid.

Dinner being too salty.

The second because she bought the wrong flowers.

The third because she wore a dress he considered “too revealing.”

Every argument ended the same way.

“Let’s divorce.”

And every time, Sienna panicked.

Every time, she apologized.

Every time, she begged.

Adrien became addicted to it.

He loved seeing her desperate.

Loved seeing her prove her love.

So the game continued.

Again.

And again.

And again.

Until love turned into emotional warfare.

---

The final crack came because of Hannah Summer.

Adrien’s childhood friend.

Beautiful.

Fragile.

Manipulative.

She entered their lives slowly.

At first, Sienna tried to ignore it.

But Hannah knew exactly how to provoke her.

Especially because Adrien always defended Hannah.

Always.

One evening, Sienna discovered the silver necklace her late mother had left her was missing.

She searched everywhere before finally finding Hannah wearing it casually at a party.

“Oh, this?” Hannah smiled sweetly. “Adrien said I could have it.”

Sienna’s face went pale.

“That belonged to my mother.”

Hannah shrugged.

“Well… I lost it.”

Adrien stepped in before Sienna could explode.

“It’s just a necklace,” he said coldly. “I’ll buy you another.”

That was the moment Sienna realized something horrifying.

Adrien no longer understood what mattered.

---

Things only became worse.

When Hannah suffered an allergic reaction from peanut sauce, a servant falsely accused Sienna of tampering with the food.

Adrien didn’t even ask questions.

He immediately believed Hannah.

“I thought you learned your lesson after the last divorce,” he snapped.

Sienna stared at him in disbelief.

“You don’t even care whether it’s true?”

Adrien’s expression remained icy.

“Go to your room.”

That night, Sienna sat alone in darkness.

And for the first time…

she stopped crying.

---

Fifteen days before the divorce finalized, Hannah held a birthday party.

Everyone treated Hannah like Adrien’s real partner while Sienna stood invisible beside them.

“She’s pathetic,” one guest whispered.

“She chased him for years and still can’t keep his attention.”

Sienna pretended not to hear.

But then Hannah cornered her near the garden pond.

“You know,” Hannah smirked, “if I pushed you into the water, Adrien wouldn’t even blink.”

Moments later, Sienna felt hands shove her violently forward.

Cold water swallowed her.

Panic exploded in her chest.

When she surfaced gasping, Adrien rushed to Hannah instead.

“Hannah!”

Sienna stared at him in disbelief.

“Hannah pushed me!”

Adrien barely looked at her.

“Enough.”

“She tried to kill me!”

“You’re standing here just fine,” he said impatiently.

Sienna’s heart shattered quietly.

Not dramatically.

Not loudly.

Just… permanently.

---

After that night, something changed.

Sienna stopped fighting.

Stopped crying.

Stopped begging.

Adrien noticed immediately.

And it bothered him.

Because the game no longer worked.

He threatened divorce again.

She simply nodded.

He ignored her.

She stayed calm.

He brought Hannah home.

She remained silent.

That silence terrified him more than tears ever had.

But Adrien refused to admit it.

Instead, he convinced himself she was bluffing.

“She always comes back,” he muttered.

“She always does.”

---

What Adrien didn’t know was that Sienna had already made plans to leave.

Secretly, she reconnected with her former design mentor, Mr. Webb, in the city of Leor.

Unlike Adrien, Mr. Webb remembered her talent.

Her dreams.

Her passion.

“You belong here,” he told her gently over the phone. “Not trapped in that marriage.”

For years, Sienna had abandoned her design career to become Adrien’s perfect wife.

Now she wanted herself back.

Just seven more days.

Then freedom.

---

But fate had one final cruelty waiting.

During a hiking trip, Hannah deliberately endangered herself near a cliff.

Adrien saved her instantly.

Then demanded Sienna donate blood to save Hannah’s life.

“If you do this,” he said, “I’ll cancel the divorce.”

Sienna stared at him silently.

Years ago, his closeness made her heart race.

Now it only felt cold.

Still…

she agreed.

Because she needed the divorce finalized peacefully.

Doctors kept drawing blood.

Too much blood.

“She’s reached her limit,” one nurse warned.

Adrien only cared about Hannah surviving.

That night, pale and exhausted, Sienna made her decision.

No more games.

No more chances.

No more Adrien Clark.

---

The next morning, Adrien rushed away to comfort Hannah before the divorce paperwork finalized.

He assumed Sienna would cancel it again.

Like always.

Instead, Sienna signed everything quietly.

Then she boarded a plane to Leor.

Without goodbye.

Without tears.

Without looking back.

---

For three days, Adrien remained strangely calm.

“She’s testing me,” he told everyone confidently.

“She’ll come back.”

But then he returned home.

And realized all her things were gone.

The flowers she cared for.

The paintings.

The books.

The little traces of her existence.

Gone.

For the first time in years…

the house felt empty.

Truly empty.

Something ugly twisted inside his chest.

Fear.

---

Then came the security footage.

The footage Hannah had desperately tried to erase.

Adrien watched in silence as truth after truth unfolded onscreen.

Hannah bribing servants.

Hannah framing Sienna.

Hannah pushing her into the pond.

Hannah hiring men to attack her.

And worst of all…

Sienna trying over and over again to explain herself while Adrien ignored her every single time.

The room went completely silent.

Adrien’s face drained of color.

“She tried to tell me…”

George, his assistant, said nothing.

Adrien replayed the footage again.

And again.

And again.

Each replay felt like a knife twisting deeper into his chest.

He finally understood.

Sienna hadn’t stopped loving him suddenly.

He destroyed her love piece by piece.

---

Adrien snapped.

He turned on Hannah with terrifying fury.

“You hurt her under my nose?”

Hannah trembled.

“But you hated Sienna too!”

Adrien’s eyes darkened.

“You think you had the right?”

For the first time, Hannah realized something horrifying.

Adrien’s cruelty toward Sienna had never meant he stopped loving her.

It meant he was obsessed.

Broken.

Possessive.

And now he had lost control.

---

But punishment changed nothing.

Sienna was still gone.

Adrien searched everywhere.

Every city.

Every connection.

Every airport.

Nothing.

Until one day…

they found her.

Leor.

Working as a lead designer.

Thriving.

Smiling again.

Adrien stared at her photograph for a long time.

She looked lighter.

Freer.

Beautiful in a way he hadn’t seen for years.

And beside her stood another man.

Elijah Bennett.

---

Elijah was everything Adrien wasn’t.

Gentle.

Patient.

Quietly devoted.

He remembered Sienna’s favorite flowers.

Reminded her to eat.

Encouraged her dreams instead of controlling them.

And worst of all…

he truly understood her.

Years earlier, Elijah had met Sienna at a summer art camp.

He’d spent twenty years loving her silently from afar.

While Adrien played games with her heart…

Elijah cherished every piece of her.

---

When Adrien finally arrived in Leor, he looked terrible.

Thin.

Exhausted.

Desperate.

He collapsed outside Sienna’s apartment during a storm.

Despite everything…

Sienna still helped him inside.

Because she wasn’t cruel.

Adrien mistook that kindness for hope.

“You still care about me,” he whispered weakly.

Sienna sighed tiredly.

“I would help a stranger too.”

The words hit harder than any slap.

---

Adrien begged constantly after that.

“I’ll never mention divorce again.”

“I changed.”

“Come home.”

But Sienna only looked at him sadly.

“You don’t love me,” she said quietly.

“You loved control.”

Adrien tried to deny it.

But deep down…

he knew she was right.

---

One evening, Adrien took Sienna back to their old house.

Everything remained untouched.

Her paintings.

Her flowers.

Her design drafts.

“I kept everything,” he whispered.

“I was waiting for you.”

Sienna looked around silently.

Years ago, this gesture would’ve made her cry with happiness.

Now…

it only made her tired.

“You always do this,” she said softly.

“You take everything away when I need it most… then give it back when I no longer care.”

Adrien’s throat tightened painfully.

“Anna…”

“I’m not your wife anymore.”

The title stabbed deeper than any insult.

---

For the first time in his life, Adrien truly understood regret.

Not the shallow regret of losing an argument.

Not wounded pride.

Real regret.

The kind that arrived too late.

The kind that couldn’t be fixed.

Because love had limits.

And he had pushed Sienna past hers.

Ninety-eight times she fought for him.

Ninety-eight times she begged.

Ninety-eight times she stayed.

But on the ninety-ninth divorce…

she finally chose herself.

---

Months later, Sienna stood inside her own design studio in Leor.

Sunlight poured across massive windows.

Her newest exhibition was receiving international praise.

Employees moved around happily.

And for the first time in years…

Sienna felt peaceful.

Elijah approached quietly beside her.

“You okay?”

She smiled softly.

“Yeah.”

Real happiness wasn’t loud.

It wasn’t desperate.

It didn’t demand proof through suffering.

It felt safe.

Warm.

Steady.

And maybe…

that was what love was supposed to feel like all along.

Across the city, Adrien sat alone in his penthouse staring at old divorce papers he once treated like toys.

Now they looked like weapons.

Weapons he used against the woman who loved him most.

He finally understood the truth too late.

Love wasn’t something you tested endlessly.

Because eventually…

the person you hurt stops begging.

Stops crying.

Stops chasing.

And once that happens…

they’re already gone.

Forever.
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05/28/2026

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05/28/2026

Wife kept humiliating me in public and asked for divorce 99 times. I left smiling. She went crazy!
The 99th Divorce

The rain fell in silver threads across the city the night Ethan Vance finally stopped begging.

For seven years, he had loved Isabella Thorne with the kind of devotion that consumed a person slowly, quietly, completely. He loved her the way dying stars loved the darkness—burning themselves apart just to keep someone else warm.

And for seven years, Isabella treated his love like a game.

Their friends used to joke about it.

“She’ll threaten divorce,” they laughed, “and Ethan will crawl right back.”

The first time, Ethan had panicked so badly he spent the entire night kneeling outside her bedroom door.

The tenth time, he bought her roses.

The twentieth, he canceled a major game design competition because she said she felt lonely.

By the fiftieth, everyone already knew the routine.

Isabella would say the words.

“Let’s get divorced.”

And Ethan would break himself apart trying to make her stay.

But this time…

This time was the ninety-ninth.

And something inside Ethan finally died.

The class reunion at Verdant Bistro buzzed with laughter and music.

Old classmates crowded around expensive wine and nostalgic memories while soft jazz drifted through the restaurant.

“Ethan!”

A loud voice cut through the room.

Heads turned instantly.

Ethan stood near the entrance wearing a black coat still damp from the rain. Even after years, he still looked unfairly handsome. Calm eyes. Sharp jawline. The same quiet aura that once made half the university fall for him.

“Well, look who finally showed up,” someone teased.

“The campus heartthrob.”

Another laughed. “Back then you chased Isabella for four years straight. Tell us already—was it worth it?”

Ethan smiled faintly.

“No.”

The answer stunned everyone into silence.

Before anyone could react, heels clicked against marble flooring.

Isabella entered the restaurant.

Every conversation in the room slowed.

She was breathtaking. Elegant black dress. Red lips. Long dark hair cascading over one shoulder like silk. Beside her walked Leo Kane, her childhood friend, smiling like he already owned the world.

People exchanged glances instantly.

Of course.

Even after marriage, rumors about Isabella and Leo had never disappeared.

Someone whistled playfully. “Perfect couple.”

Ethan lowered his eyes and drank quietly.

For years, those words would have shattered him.

Tonight, they felt distant.

Like echoes from another life.

Later that evening, the group started a drinking game.

“Truth or dare!”

Leo grinned lazily. “Dare.”

A girl laughed mischievously. “Then kiss someone here for ten seconds.”

Leo didn’t hesitate.

He turned toward Isabella.

The room erupted in cheers.

And Ethan sat there silently as his wife kissed another man in front of everyone.

Ten seconds.

Fifteen.

Twenty.

Nobody noticed Ethan’s hand tightening around the wine glass hard enough to crack it.

Nobody except Isabella.

For the briefest moment, their eyes met.

She waited.

Waited for the jealousy.

The anger.

The desperate pleading she knew so well.

But Ethan simply stood up.

“I’m leaving.”

Isabella frowned immediately.

That wasn’t supposed to happen.

Three days later, they stood once again inside the civil affairs office.

The staff member looked exhausted just seeing them.

“The ninety-ninth time?” she sighed.

Usually Ethan would already be apologizing by now.

Usually he’d panic before Isabella even finished filling out the forms.

But today, Ethan looked strangely calm.

“This time,” he said softly, “I’m finalizing the divorce.”

The pen slipped from Isabella’s fingers.

For the first time in years…

Fear touched her heart.

That night, Ethan sat alone in the villa they once shared.

Rain hammered the windows while memories suffocated every corner of the house.

A fish dish too salty.

A shirt she called ugly.

A drawing she mocked.

Every little thing ended the same way.

“Let’s get divorced.”

At first, he thought she didn’t mean it.

Then he realized something far crueler.

She enjoyed it.

She loved watching him panic.

Loved watching him kneel.

Loved seeing proof that someone worshipped her enough to lose themselves completely.

And Ethan had given her exactly that.

For years.

Until there was nothing left of him.

When Ethan discovered his late father’s watch missing, something finally snapped.

“That watch was all I had left of him,” he said quietly.

Leo shrugged carelessly from the sofa.

“I liked it. Isabella gave it to me.”

Ethan stared at Isabella.

“You gave away my father’s heirloom?”

“It’s just a watch,” she replied coldly. “I’ll buy you another.”

That sentence broke something permanently.

Not because of the watch.

But because she truly didn’t understand.

Love wasn’t replacing things with more expensive versions.

Love was remembering what mattered.

And Isabella had forgotten Ethan a long time ago.

The days after became unbearable.

Leo moved into their house.

The servants obeyed Leo more than Ethan.

At dinner, Isabella exploded because Leo accidentally ate peanut butter.

“You knew he’s allergic!”

Ethan stared in disbelief.

Nobody cared when he spent two days unconscious in a hospital after nearly drowning.

Nobody cared when bruises covered his body after being beaten by strangers.

Nobody cared when he quietly gave blood until he collapsed just to save Leo’s life.

But Leo sneezed once…

And Isabella nearly tore the world apart.

That was when Ethan understood the truth.

He had never been Isabella’s equal.

He was her possession.

One evening, Ethan stood alone on the rooftop terrace while city lights blurred beneath him.

Leo approached with smug confidence.

“You know,” Leo said, “if Isabella loved you that much, why hasn’t she chosen you over me?”

Ethan laughed softly.

“And if she loves you so much, why hasn’t she married you?”

Leo’s smile vanished instantly.

The silence between them sharpened.

Then suddenly—

A shove.

The world tilted violently.

Cold water swallowed Ethan whole.

He couldn’t swim.

Panic exploded through his lungs.

Above the surface, he heard Isabella screaming Leo’s name first.

Not his.

Leo’s.

Something inside Ethan froze colder than the water surrounding him.

Even when he nearly died…

She still chose someone else.

After that night, Ethan stopped trying.

No arguments.

No pleading.

No jealousy.

Nothing.

The sudden indifference terrified Isabella more than anger ever could.

She picked fights constantly, waiting for him to react.

But Ethan only looked at her with tired eyes.

Like a man mourning something already dead.

“You still love me,” Isabella insisted one night.

Ethan smiled sadly.

“I used to.”

Those three words haunted her for days.

Then came the plagiarism accusation.

Ethan’s game design proposal—his years of hard work—was suddenly accused of being stolen from Leo.

His evidence disappeared.

His drafts vanished.

And Leo stood there smiling.

“I told you,” Leo whispered, “you’ll lose everything.”

For a brief second, Ethan almost broke again.

Then his phone rang.

“Professor Miller speaking,” the familiar warm voice said. “When are you coming to Meridia?”

Meridia.

A fresh start.

A place far away from Isabella.

Far away from pain.

“One week,” Ethan answered quietly. “After the divorce.”

And for the first time in years…

Hope returned to his voice.

The final day arrived.

Inside the civil affairs office, Isabella hurriedly signed withdrawal papers.

She was already imagining Ethan waiting outside anxiously.

Maybe he’d apologize.

Maybe he’d hug her.

Maybe things would return to normal.

But Ethan stood across from the clerk and calmly said:

“I’m here to finalize the divorce.”

The stamp came down with a brutal thud.

Marriage dissolved.

Seven years ended in one second.

Ethan walked away without turning back.

When Isabella discovered the truth later that night, she laughed in disbelief.

“No,” she whispered. “He’s testing me.”

She searched the villa desperately.

No Ethan.

No messages.

No warm meals waiting on the table.

No quiet figure staying awake until she came home.

Just silence.

Terrifying silence.

For the first time in years…

The house felt empty.

And Isabella realized Ethan had been the soul inside it all along.

Then the surveillance footage surfaced.

Every lie.

Every manipulation.

Every crime Leo committed.

The peanut allergy setup.

The rooftop incident.

The hired thugs.

The blood transfusion.

Everything.

And worst of all—

Ethan had tried to explain.

Again and again.

But she never listened.

Because she enjoyed seeing him suffer for her.

The truth crushed Isabella completely.

By the time the final clip ended, she was shaking uncontrollably.

“I drove him away…”

Nobody answered.

Because everyone knew it was true.

Meanwhile, across the ocean in Meridia, Ethan slowly began living again.

Professor Miller welcomed him like family.

The studio buzzed with creativity and laughter.

And then there was Chloe Reed.

Warm.

Gentle.

Nothing like Isabella.

She noticed when Ethan skipped meals.

Remembered the tiny things he liked.

Encouraged his dreams instead of controlling them.

For the first time in years, Ethan realized love wasn’t supposed to hurt constantly.

Love could feel peaceful.

Safe.

Easy.

One rainy evening, Chloe drove him home after work.

“You know,” she teased softly, “your face turns red really easily.”

Ethan laughed awkwardly.

It felt strange.

Being cared for without conditions.

Without games.

Without punishment.

And slowly…

He began smiling again.

Real smiles.

The kind Isabella hadn’t seen in years.

When Isabella finally tracked him down in Meridia, she barely recognized him.

He looked lighter.

Freer.

Alive.

And beside him stood another woman.

A woman Ethan looked at gently.

Naturally.

The way he used to look at Isabella.

Jealousy ripped through her chest so violently she could barely breathe.

“Come home with me,” she begged.

Ethan stared at her quietly.

“We’re divorced.”

“I know I was wrong.”

“You only realized after losing me.”

Tears filled Isabella’s eyes.

“I love you.”

Ethan smiled sadly.

“You loved being loved.”

Her entire body trembled.

Because deep down…

She knew he was right.

That night, Isabella sat alone outside Ethan’s apartment while rain poured endlessly around her.

For years she thought Ethan would never leave.

Thought his love was unconditional.

Infinite.

Unbreakable.

But even the deepest love dies when it’s starved long enough.

And now she finally understood something terrifying.

The man who once would have died for her…

Had learned how to live without her.

Weeks later, Ethan stood on a rooftop in Meridia overlooking endless city lights.

Beside him, Chloe handed him a cup of coffee.

“You okay?”

Ethan breathed slowly.

Then smiled.

“Yeah,” he said softly.

And for the first time in seven years…

He truly meant it.

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