She Got My Husband with the Sunrise

Chapter 6

"I'm done serving you."

"That's not true!"

"It is. You loved Olivia. You chose me for my money, and resented every second of it."

When he tried to deny it, I snatched his phone and pulled up the photo gallery.

Every single picture was of Olivia.

Except for one, just one of me. And that was a screenshot from some background check. Proof I was an only child from a wealthy, doting family.

"Well," I said, sliding the divorce papers across the table, "since you love her so much, I'll do you a favor. Sign this, take your precious 'sister,' and get out. This house is mine too, remember?"

Ethan picked up the pen, but his mom grabbed his arm, silently begging him not to sign.

Didn't matter.

My father walked over and forced his hand. Ethan scribbled his name down.

The moment the door slammed behind him, my parents pulled me into a hug.

My dad actually laughed. "My daughter's finally out of that ridiculous love fog. I couldn't be happier."

I told them the doctor they'd seen me with was just a friend, someone who helped me during my hospital stay. He's also the one who gave me the surveillance footage.

They didn't press. Just asked one question: "Are you really done with Ethan?"

I said yes.

After that, my parents quietly pulled their investments from the Carter family's businesses.

I tossed all of Ethan's things, sold the house we'd shared, and used that money, plus a little help from my parents, to buy a new, much bigger home.

I restarted my old career, and slowly, success came back.

Ethan? He refused to finalize the divorce. Kept asking to meet, saying we should "talk things out."

When I kept saying no, he disappeared for a month.

Didn't care.

Until I came home from a meeting one evening to find Olivia, eyes red and puffy, kneeling at my doorstep.

"Please," she begged, shoving her phone at me. On-screen, Ethan looked like a mess. Gaunt. Unshaven. Completely wrecked. "He says he'll kill himself if you won't see him."

I shrugged. "Great. Saves me the trouble of chasing him down for a signature."

Then I spotted the bruises on her neck.

I tilted my head. "Next time you come begging, try covering up the evidence."

She flushed and tugged at her collar. "I-It's just a rash!"

"Sister," she whispered. "There's nothing between us. He can't live without you."

I shut the door in her face.

She didn't leave until Ethan showed up that night.

Rain poured as he stood outside, trying every passcode combination he could think of.

Too many wrong tries, and the alarm went off.

He banged on the door. "Sophia! I know you're in there!"

"Can we please just talk? Don't throw our marriage away!"

"I love you! Olivia means nothing to me!"

On and on he went, until I finally spoke.

"The code is my birthday."

He gasped. "Is it… 5?"

I smirked. "No. That's Olivia's birthday. And tell me, how did you even find my address?"

He stuttered, "Olivia told me! She just wants us to work things out!"

That night he made promise after promise.

I didn't believe a word of it.

Olivia dragged him away eventually, but not before slipping me a note.

How could you be so heartless? Letting Ethan collapse like that?

Sister, you'll never understand how kind he is. You're just selfish.

I smiled to myself.

She had no idea the kind of "kindness" she was in for.

After I blocked every channel except legal communication, Ethan started using the divorce as an excuse to reach out.

He sent me takeout. I threw it out.

Then he started replacing my orders with his own cooking.

One night, after the usual delivery notification, I waited thirty minutes before opening the door.

Ethan barged in, soaked in sweat and clutching a Tupperware container.

"Just… let me sit for a second," he panted. "I worked so hard on this."

"No."

He frowned. "You used to care when I was tired. Don't you feel anything?"

I laughed.

Feel?

When I cooked for him, sweating over the stove, he'd look at me like I was disgusting and tell me to get away from him.

Now, as I tried to shove him out, he braced himself in the doorway and lifted the lid.

"Look!" he said proudly. "Fanta chicken wings! Olivia used to joke they should be called 'Olivia wings!'"

I stared at the lumpy, oily mess and felt my stomach churn.

Ethan beamed. "I've never cooked for anyone else before."

Right on cue, my real food delivery showed up.

"You're still ordering takeout?" he snapped. "After everything I did?"

I tilted my head. "Remember what you used to say? 'Eating bad food is an insult.' Well… your cooking insults me."

I sat down and ate in front of him.

Out of spite, he grabbed one of the wings, bit into it, and immediately spat it out.

"Not a fan of Olivia's wings?" I teased.

"Stop bringing her up!" he barked. "She meant nothing! You're my wife!"

"Oh yeah?" I raised an eyebrow.

"It was all her! She seduced me! I was drunk, it didn't mean anything!"

I glanced at the time. Just a little longer. Show's about to start.

Ethan, thinking my silence meant I was melting, leaned in. "Olivia meant nothing. Let's not ruin our love over this. Just tear up the divorce papers. I'll never sign them. I'll only ever love you."

"Olivia," I called out calmly, "Did you hear that? He'll only ever love me."