The Ex-Wife's Escape: From Betrayal to Revenge

Chapter 10

Ethan Johnson's gaze swept over the pile of gifts on the table, his dark eyes simmering with unreadable emotions.

"Put them over there," he ordered coldly.

The butler and maids carefully set the gifts aside before quietly exiting the room. The vast living room was now empty except for him.

Beneath the stack of presents, a corner of white paper peeked out. He pulled it out absently, about to discard it—until the familiar handwriting made his pupils constrict.

Sophia Williams' writing, neat and delicate. But this sheet was riddled with puncture marks, as if the pen had been driven into the paper with force.

The note meticulously recorded every single time and place he had met with Isabella Taylor. Nothing else—no accusations, no pleas.

Just like her. Always composed. Always restrained.

A sharp buzz cut through the silence. His phone vibrated.

"Mr. Johnson! There's trouble!" His assistant's voice trembled. "Someone used drones to scatter flyers across the city—all about you and Ms. Taylor—"

Ethan's knuckles turned white, the paper crumpling in his clenched fist.

"Handle it. Now," he bit out, his voice icy. "I don’t want to see a single word of this again."

Ending the call, he shoved the crumpled note into his pocket and strode toward the garage.

His black sports car shot into the stormy night like an arrow.

At the hospital, the night-shift nurse opened her mouth to greet him but froze at the murderous look in his eyes.

BANG! The door to the private ward was kicked open with brutal force.

Isabella jolted awake from her sleep, her face lighting up when she saw him. "Ethan—"

Her words died as his hand closed around her throat.

"I warned you," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "Who gave you the right to provoke Sophia?"

Isabella paled, shaking her head frantically. "I didn’t—"

A crumpled sheet of paper struck her face.

Her entire body trembled as she read the contents. "Ethan, let me explain—"

"Explain what?" His laugh was cold. "How you took advantage of me when I was drunk and climbed into my bed?"

Isabella dropped to her knees, tears streaming down her face. "I just loved you too much—"

"Love?" Ethan leaned down, gripping her chin with bruising force. "You dare use that word?"

Outside, thunder roared, illuminating the fury in his eyes.