𝐁𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐄'𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐅𝐄 || 𝐉𝐉𝐊

chapter thirty-seven

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“How about you—” he paused, the smirk returning as he studied me, “—divorce him?”

The words hung in the air
Divorce—

Ethan’s smile widened, feeding off the shock and anger that he knew he had unleashed. It felt as if all of this was part of a trap, a twisted game he was playing, and he was savoring every second of watching me—fall into it.

I shot up from my chair, my fists clenched tightly by my sides. “Have you lost it?” I demanded, my voice trembling with a mix of fury and disbelief. “Do you even realize what you’re asking?” I struggled to keep my composure as his cold, calculating eyes remained fixed on me, unmoved.

Ethan leaned back leisurely, his chair creaking slightly as he tilted his head, his gaze still locked onto mine. The smirk never left his face as he repeated, “I’m saying divorce him, and I’ll call it off.” His voice was almost casual, as if he were proposing a simple business transaction.

I gritted my teeth, my eyes narrowing at the audacity of his words. “Do you think this is some kind of game?” I hissed, unable to hide the crack in my voice. But my anger only seemed to amuse him further, and he chuckled softly, the sound low and mocking.

“Game?” he echoed, pausing as if to savor the word. “Wouldn’t be too far off, actually. It’s all a game of power, isn’t it?”

His words struck me, freezing me in place. I stared back at him, my mind racing. Why was he doing this? Why was he coming after us? And why was he demanding a divorce? What could he possibly gain from this?

Ethan must have sensed the confusion flickering in my eyes because his smile grew sharper, more knowing. “You must be wondering what I stand to gain from all this, right?” he said, his tone dripping with smugness.

Caught off-guard, I looked away, my eyes darting anywhere but at him. I couldn’t stand the way he looked at me, as if he could read every thought, every fear, through my eyes. How could he see so clearly into me?

“Your questions aren’t wrong,” Ethan continued, his voice smooth and confident. He crossed his legs, the movement slow and deliberate, drawing my gaze back to him almost involuntarily. 

“The answer is actually quite simple…” He paused, letting the suspense hang between us like a poised dagger.

“You,” he said, his voice dropping to a chilling whisper, each syllable felt deliberate and heavy.

My breath caught in my throat as his words sank in. My mind blanked, and my chest tightened painfully. 

What does he mean by "you"?

“What I want is you,” he clarified, each word dripping with intention. 

The room seemed to close in around me as his revelation hit like a tidal wave. I stood there, stunned and paralyzed, unable to process the reality of his demand.

Ethan's expression didn’t waver as he watched my reaction, but something darker flickered in his eyes. He continued, his voice calm and deliberate, “Leave him and…” 

He trailed off, pushing back his chair and rising slowly, his movements calculated and unhurried. Each step he took toward me was deliberate like a slow encroachment on my space that made my heart race with a mixture of fear and anger. 

I couldn't figure out what he was upto—

As he stopped in front of me, his hand reached out towards my face, his fingers brushing lightly against my cheek in a touch that was as unwelcome as it was unexpected.