Woke Up Naked Next to a Stranger - Chapter 17: Chapter 17
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I wanted to reach out to him, but his cold, unyielding rejection stopped me in my tracks.
"Sophia, don't come any closer. Ethan already filed for divorce. Why can't you just let go?"
The woman beside him smirked, resting a hand on her stomach. "Besides, I'm carrying Ethan's baby now. Do us all a favor and stay out of our lives."
My hands trembled with rage. I wanted to lunge at Ethan, to slap the betrayal right off his face—but before I could move, her bodyguards seized me, their grip unbreakable.
I struggled, but it was useless. They held me back like I was nothing.
"Sophia, Sophia," Ethan sighed, shaking his head like I was some pathetic nuisance. "If you want excitement, go find it somewhere else. Why force what's already dead?"
His voice was ice. "I don't want you disrupting our happiness anymore."
"Take care of yourself."
With that, he wrapped an arm around her waist and walked away, leaving me standing there, humiliated and shattered.
I tried to chase after them, demanding answers, but the bodyguards shoved me back.
Vanessa, my best friend, pulled me close, her voice low and urgent. "Sophia, stop. A man like Ethan isn't worth destroying yourself over."
Helpless, I watched as the elevator doors closed, sealing him away from me.
Only then did the bodyguards release me. And in that moment, it hit me—Ethan wasn't just cruel. He was a stranger.
Tears burned down my cheeks, but I refused to accept defeat. Spotting the escalator, I bolted, desperate to cut them off before they disappeared.
But I was too late. By the time I reached the lobby, they were gone—vanished through some hidden exit like ghosts.
My knees gave out. I crumpled to the floor, sobbing until my throat ached.
After that day, something in me hardened. I refused to sign the divorce papers.
The weeks that followed were agony. But I couldn't—wouldn't—let them win.
One day, I swore, Ethan would realize exactly what he'd thrown away.
So I buried myself in work, clawing my way back to strength.
Then, a month later, fate twisted the knife.
At the hospital for a routine checkup, I spotted her—the woman from that day.
Alone. No Ethan in sight.
She moved quickly, her expression haunted. Curiosity got the better of me. I followed.
She rushed to the inpatient ward. At first, I assumed a relative was sick.
But when I peeked into that hospital room, my world shattered.
There he was—Ethan.
Pale. Fragile. Bald. An oxygen mask over his face, machines keeping him alive.
His family huddled around him, weeping.
"Ethan!" His mother sobbed, clutching his limp hand.
My breath caught. Tears blurred my vision.
When his family noticed me, panic flashed in their eyes.
And then—Ethan stirred.
His eyelids fluttered open.
"Sophia, don't come any closer. Ethan already filed for divorce. Why can't you just let go?"
The woman beside him smirked, resting a hand on her stomach. "Besides, I'm carrying Ethan's baby now. Do us all a favor and stay out of our lives."
My hands trembled with rage. I wanted to lunge at Ethan, to slap the betrayal right off his face—but before I could move, her bodyguards seized me, their grip unbreakable.
I struggled, but it was useless. They held me back like I was nothing.
"Sophia, Sophia," Ethan sighed, shaking his head like I was some pathetic nuisance. "If you want excitement, go find it somewhere else. Why force what's already dead?"
His voice was ice. "I don't want you disrupting our happiness anymore."
"Take care of yourself."
With that, he wrapped an arm around her waist and walked away, leaving me standing there, humiliated and shattered.
I tried to chase after them, demanding answers, but the bodyguards shoved me back.
Vanessa, my best friend, pulled me close, her voice low and urgent. "Sophia, stop. A man like Ethan isn't worth destroying yourself over."
Helpless, I watched as the elevator doors closed, sealing him away from me.
Only then did the bodyguards release me. And in that moment, it hit me—Ethan wasn't just cruel. He was a stranger.
Tears burned down my cheeks, but I refused to accept defeat. Spotting the escalator, I bolted, desperate to cut them off before they disappeared.
But I was too late. By the time I reached the lobby, they were gone—vanished through some hidden exit like ghosts.
My knees gave out. I crumpled to the floor, sobbing until my throat ached.
After that day, something in me hardened. I refused to sign the divorce papers.
The weeks that followed were agony. But I couldn't—wouldn't—let them win.
One day, I swore, Ethan would realize exactly what he'd thrown away.
So I buried myself in work, clawing my way back to strength.
Then, a month later, fate twisted the knife.
At the hospital for a routine checkup, I spotted her—the woman from that day.
Alone. No Ethan in sight.
She moved quickly, her expression haunted. Curiosity got the better of me. I followed.
She rushed to the inpatient ward. At first, I assumed a relative was sick.
But when I peeked into that hospital room, my world shattered.
There he was—Ethan.
Pale. Fragile. Bald. An oxygen mask over his face, machines keeping him alive.
His family huddled around him, weeping.
"Ethan!" His mother sobbed, clutching his limp hand.
My breath caught. Tears blurred my vision.
When his family noticed me, panic flashed in their eyes.
And then—Ethan stirred.
His eyelids fluttered open.
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