Woke Up Naked Next to a Stranger - Chapter 9: Chapter 9
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The night dragged on endlessly. Sleep never came.
Every hour or so, I'd dial Ethan's number, praying he'd pick up—even if it was just to scream at me. Anything was better than this deafening silence.
The idea of him vanishing without a single word was unbearable.
At first light, I dragged myself out of bed, splashed cold water on my face, and headed straight to Ethan's office. I even called in sick—no way could I focus on work today.
I had to see him. I needed answers. Why was he doing this to me?
I'd already steeled myself for the worst—if he wanted a divorce, fine. I could handle that. But ghosting me? Leaving me in the dark? That was cruel.
Then came the real shocker. I waited outside his office until ten. No Ethan.
Finally, I begged the receptionist to check with his manager.
The manager dropped the bomb: Ethan had quit last Friday.
My stomach lurched. What?
This wasn't some impulsive move. He'd planned it. And he'd never breathed a word to me.
Even worse? His handover was already done. That meant he'd put in his notice a month ago.
I refused to believe it—until HR showed me the proof: resignation letter, handover docs, everything.
I begged for his new contact info, but they only had his old number. Useless.
Then I checked his socials. Not just blocked—deleted. Every last trace of him, gone.
He'd vanished. Deliberately. Completely.
I broke down right there in the lobby, sobbing so hard strangers stopped to ask if I was okay.
Why? What did I do to deserve this?
Eventually, I pulled myself together, hailed a cab, and went to my office—too humiliated to face my empty apartment.
By noon, most coworkers were out to lunch. A few noticed my puffy eyes but knew better than to ask. I'd always been the ice queen at work.
Inside my office, I collapsed at my desk, burying my face in my hands as the tears came again.
Then—a knock.
I wiped my face, steadied my voice. "Come in."
Ryan stood there, holding a takeout bag.
"Sophia, the team said you looked upset. I figured you might've skipped lunch, so I got your favorite—spicy hot pot." He set it down gently.
"Not hungry. Take it back."
"Come on, you need to eat—"
"I said take it away!" My voice cracked, sharp with exhaustion and rage.
Every hour or so, I'd dial Ethan's number, praying he'd pick up—even if it was just to scream at me. Anything was better than this deafening silence.
The idea of him vanishing without a single word was unbearable.
At first light, I dragged myself out of bed, splashed cold water on my face, and headed straight to Ethan's office. I even called in sick—no way could I focus on work today.
I had to see him. I needed answers. Why was he doing this to me?
I'd already steeled myself for the worst—if he wanted a divorce, fine. I could handle that. But ghosting me? Leaving me in the dark? That was cruel.
Then came the real shocker. I waited outside his office until ten. No Ethan.
Finally, I begged the receptionist to check with his manager.
The manager dropped the bomb: Ethan had quit last Friday.
My stomach lurched. What?
This wasn't some impulsive move. He'd planned it. And he'd never breathed a word to me.
Even worse? His handover was already done. That meant he'd put in his notice a month ago.
I refused to believe it—until HR showed me the proof: resignation letter, handover docs, everything.
I begged for his new contact info, but they only had his old number. Useless.
Then I checked his socials. Not just blocked—deleted. Every last trace of him, gone.
He'd vanished. Deliberately. Completely.
I broke down right there in the lobby, sobbing so hard strangers stopped to ask if I was okay.
Why? What did I do to deserve this?
Eventually, I pulled myself together, hailed a cab, and went to my office—too humiliated to face my empty apartment.
By noon, most coworkers were out to lunch. A few noticed my puffy eyes but knew better than to ask. I'd always been the ice queen at work.
Inside my office, I collapsed at my desk, burying my face in my hands as the tears came again.
Then—a knock.
I wiped my face, steadied my voice. "Come in."
Ryan stood there, holding a takeout bag.
"Sophia, the team said you looked upset. I figured you might've skipped lunch, so I got your favorite—spicy hot pot." He set it down gently.
"Not hungry. Take it back."
"Come on, you need to eat—"
"I said take it away!" My voice cracked, sharp with exhaustion and rage.
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