
Amelia Rose · Ongoing · 19 Chapters
I was a surgeon and his wife—until he left me for his pregnant mistress. I died betrayed, but fate sent me back. Now I’m reclaiming everything: my career, my pride, and his empire. This time, I’ll make him beg before he loses it all.
Isabella Ashcroft opened her eyes.
Her gaze fell on the divorce papers Ethan Sullivan was holding out.
His voice was cold.
"Bella, she's pregnant. She needs legitimacy. We should divorce. Name your terms."
Today was their seventh wedding anniversary.
Ethan hadn't come home all night.
His first act upon returning was to demand a divorce.
He said he had found his true love.
Isabella looked at his familiar face.
Memories of her past life flooded back.
That time, she had grabbed a fruit knife and plunged it into his chest.
Blood splattered across her face.
Eyes red, she had demanded, "She is your true love? Then what were these seven years to you?"
Her love had been fervent.
Her hatred, absolute.
She tore up the agreement.
Entangled with him for ten more years.
When Chloe Valentine got pregnant, Isabella arranged a forced abortion.
He came home and kicked her, causing her to miscarry their own child.
At Chloe's birthday party, Isabella sent people to trash the venue and throw dead rats.
On her own birthday, Ethan locked her in a密室 with venomous snakes.
The man who once cherished her more than his own life.
For Chloe, he broke her, body and soul.
Because of that woman, her family's company went bankrupt.
Her parents jumped from a building to their deaths.
Her dignity and pride were ground into dust.
In the end, she lost her mind.
On the Hudson River Bridge, hallucinating, she drove her car into the river and died.
Isabella took the divorce agreement.
Her eyes were calm.
"I want seventy percent of the marital assets."
"And 51% of the shares in AuraSphere Group."
Ethan looked slightly surprised.
After seven years of marriage, he thought he knew her.
Now, he couldn't read her.
"You're really willing to divorce?"
Isabella nodded faintly.
"Pay up, and I'll let you go."
Ethan narrowed his sharp eyes.
"Don't play games. I don't fall for push-and-pull tactics."
"The divorce has nothing to do with Chloe."
"If I find out you've bothered her, you know the consequences."
Every word was meant to protect Chloe.
Isabella's fingertips turned white.
In her past life, during those ten years, she had learned all about his cruelty.
She silently signed the agreement.
Ethan stared at the signature, slightly dazed.
Seeing her red-rimmed eyes, he sighed softly.
"Bella, I've wronged you. If you ever need help, come to me."
"Even if we're not husband and wife, you're still family to me."
Isabella looked at his shallow remorse and smiled.
"Get out."
Ethan picked up the agreement and turned.
"The stock transfer agreement will be sent to you soon."
Isabella watched his retreating back.
Her gaze was icy.
She thought of their childhood.
She had gotten lost as a child.
Grandma Sullivan took her in.
Ethan was already there, her older brother.
Life was poor, but the memories were sweet.
Ethan was exceptionally good to her.
If she glanced twice at a dress, he would work odd jobs to buy it for her.
If she craved hot pot, he would scrimp and save to take her.
He was gloomy and冷漠 to others, but he held her in the palm of his hand.
After Grandma Sullivan passed away, her biological parents found her.
She brought Ethan back to the Ashcroft family.
Her parents looked down on his background and tried to pay him off.
She knelt and swore she would marry no one but him.
Back then, Ethan knelt beside her and vowed.
He would make something of himself within ten years.
He would make her happy.
He said he loved her more than himself.
He said he would never let her down.
The once brooding boy grew into a rising star of New York.
He could finally give her happiness.