Woke Up Naked Next to a Stranger - Chapter 16: Chapter 16
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I choked down breakfast between sobs.
Every time Ethan Roscente crossed my mind, my chest tightened like a vise, stealing my breath.
This went on for two agonizing weeks. I was a ghost of myself—hollow, numb, just going through the motions.
I scoured the city for any sign of him, dragging my colleagues and friends into the search. Even Vanessa Evans and Ryan Lowell joined the hunt, but Ethan might as well have vanished into thin air.
At one point, I filed a missing person report, desperate enough to call him my husband.
The cops shut that down fast. They tracked him down, only to tell me he refused to see me—demanded I stop looking.
Knowing he was alive only made the obsession worse. Even if he wanted out, I needed to hear it from his lips.
But Ethan stayed gone.
Then, after half a month of hell, a package arrived. My hands shook when I saw the sender—Ethan.
Divorce papers.
The terms were generous: the house, his car—already transferred to my name. But none of it mattered. If he wanted to end this, he'd have to face me.
I raced to the return address, heart pounding.
It led me to a crumbling apartment in the city's forgotten corners.
Empty.
The landlord said the tenant had cleared out a week ago.
The finality of it shattered me. I swore then—no signature until he looked me in the eye.
After that, I wasted away. Food tasted like ash. Sleep brought no relief.
Vanessa watched me unravel. "Plenty of fish in the sea," she said, squeezing my shoulder. "Why waste tears on that asshole?"
If Ethan could do this, love was already dead.
"Let him go," she pressed. "Sign the papers. Find someone who deserves you."
She wasn't wrong. But I needed to hear it from him.
Then, a week later—fate threw me a bone. Vanessa called, her voice tight. "I found him. But... brace yourself."
My pulse spiked. Finally. But her warning coiled like a snake in my gut.
We met at the mall.
And there he was—Ethan, with a gorgeous woman draped over his arm. Laughing. Touching. Happy.
"See now, Sophia?" His voice was arctic. "I'm done. Stay out of my life."
Every time Ethan Roscente crossed my mind, my chest tightened like a vise, stealing my breath.
This went on for two agonizing weeks. I was a ghost of myself—hollow, numb, just going through the motions.
I scoured the city for any sign of him, dragging my colleagues and friends into the search. Even Vanessa Evans and Ryan Lowell joined the hunt, but Ethan might as well have vanished into thin air.
At one point, I filed a missing person report, desperate enough to call him my husband.
The cops shut that down fast. They tracked him down, only to tell me he refused to see me—demanded I stop looking.
Knowing he was alive only made the obsession worse. Even if he wanted out, I needed to hear it from his lips.
But Ethan stayed gone.
Then, after half a month of hell, a package arrived. My hands shook when I saw the sender—Ethan.
Divorce papers.
The terms were generous: the house, his car—already transferred to my name. But none of it mattered. If he wanted to end this, he'd have to face me.
I raced to the return address, heart pounding.
It led me to a crumbling apartment in the city's forgotten corners.
Empty.
The landlord said the tenant had cleared out a week ago.
The finality of it shattered me. I swore then—no signature until he looked me in the eye.
After that, I wasted away. Food tasted like ash. Sleep brought no relief.
Vanessa watched me unravel. "Plenty of fish in the sea," she said, squeezing my shoulder. "Why waste tears on that asshole?"
If Ethan could do this, love was already dead.
"Let him go," she pressed. "Sign the papers. Find someone who deserves you."
She wasn't wrong. But I needed to hear it from him.
Then, a week later—fate threw me a bone. Vanessa called, her voice tight. "I found him. But... brace yourself."
My pulse spiked. Finally. But her warning coiled like a snake in my gut.
We met at the mall.
And there he was—Ethan, with a gorgeous woman draped over his arm. Laughing. Touching. Happy.
"See now, Sophia?" His voice was arctic. "I'm done. Stay out of my life."
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