Ethan Nightangle Rises To Power

Chapter 3: Divorce

Lily's face twisted into a mask of rage. "You're the one who's always holding me back, Ethan. You're a cleaner, for God's sake. I need someone who can keep up with me, someone who can match my ambition," she hissed.

Ethan felt a bitter laugh escape him. "You always said you wanted me to work for myself, Lily. And that's what I'm doing. I'm trying to make a living to support us. But it's never enough for you, is it?" He said, his voice filled with hurt.

"Lily, why are you letting him come between us? Have you forgotten we haven't finished our thing?" Roger asked, looking at Ethan disdainfully while wrapping his arm around her waist.

She chuckled lightly and said, "Of course, how can I forget how good you are in bed? I need more of you, Mr. Anderson." 

Ethan stared at her, disbelief etched on his face. How could she be so callous?

But even so, he didn't budge. Instead, he looked at Roger with a fiery glare. "Who the hell are you?" he asked, his voice trembling with anger.

Roger smirked and stepped forward. "I'm someone your wife was enjoying before you interrupted us," he replied, his tone dripping with arrogance.

Lily, on the other hand, seemed unfazed by Ethan's presence. "Ethan, can you excuse us?" she said, turning towards him with a cold expression. "You can't watch as we do it, right? I'm craving for it now."

"What nonsense, Lily?" Ethan fumed.  "Are you asking me to leave our room because of him? Aren't you ashamed of being such a slut?" He fired

Lily's expression turned from cold to furious. "Ethan, not the room only. This is my house, and I'm requesting that you leave!" she said

As soon as Lily uttered those words, Ethan's heart sank. He couldn't believe what he had just heard. He stared at her in disbelief, his mouth hanging open. This was his wife, the woman he had loved and cherished for so long, and now she was sacking him from the house because of another man and because he's poor.

"Ethan, are you deaf? I said leave my house!" Lily repeated, her voice rising in anger.

He shook his head, trying to make sense of what was happening. "Lily, even if our marriage is fake, we're still married. You can't just kick me out of our house like this," he protested.

"Is that so?" Lily asked with a sly smile on her face. Ethan felt a knot form in his stomach, fearing what she was about to do. She walked over to the drawer and pulled out a stack of papers, which she tossed on the table in front of Ethan.

"What are those?" He asked, his voice trembling slightly.

"These are our divorce papers," Lily said with a cold expression. "I made them some time ago, and I've already signed my part. All you need to do is sign your name and then leave my house."

Ethan stared at the papers in disbelief. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. Lily wanted a divorce? He felt a pang of sadness and anger wash over him. They had been together for so long, and now she was just throwing it all away.

"Lily, how could you do this?" Ethan asked, his voice shaking with emotion. "I thought we had something special. I thought we were in this together."

She rolled her eyes. "What have we been through, Ethan? A fake marriage and a bunch of broken promises? I'm tired of living like this. I want a real life with a real man who can give me everything I deserve."

"Lily, please," he pleaded, his voice trembling. "Don't do this. We can work things out. I love you."

"I don't want to waste time talking Ethan; Mr. Anderson is waiting for me. When you can purchase a car for yourself and buy one worth more than $10,000, then you can come back, but for the meantime, sign the papers and leave."

Ethan nodded, tears flowing from his eyes. His tears dripped onto the paper as he signed his part of the divorce papers. Lily watched with a cold expression, unmoved by his tears. As he finished signing, he looked up at her with a mixture of pain and anger in his eyes.

"Someday, Lily, you'll be on your knees begging me," he said through gritted teeth as he wiped the tears from his eyes.

Lily rolled her eyes and snatched the papers away from him. "Don't be ridiculous, Ethan. You're nothing to me anymore."

Roger Anderson smiled after he had signed. "Lily, you're divorced now; get onto the bed; let's finish what we started." He said

Ethan took a deep breath and turned to leave the room. He couldn't bear to look at Lily any longer, knowing that their marriage was truly over. As he walked out, he muttered under his breath, "You'll see, Lily. You'll see."

He wandered aimlessly on the streets, not knowing where to go. His mind was clouded with hurt, anger, and betrayal. How could Lily do this to him? He thought they had a fake marriage, but he still held onto the hope that it would turn into something real someday.

Just then, his phone rang, breaking him out of his thoughts. It was his best friend, Cory Wilson.

"Hey, man. Did she like the gift?" Cory asked, excitement laced in his voice.

Ethan's heart sank as he thought about the ruined cake on the floor. "No, Cory. Things didn't go as planned. I caught Lily cheating on me," he said, his voice cracking with emotion.

Being his best friend, Ethan told Cory about him saving up every penny he was earning to get a cake for Lily.

"What?"

That's messed up, man. Are you okay?" He asked with concern.

Even though Cory couldn't see him, Ethan shook his head. "No, I'm not. I don't even know where to go or what to do now," he replied, feeling lost and broken.

"I would have made you join me, but, you know, the boss asked me to deliver a package in the next town, so I won't be available tonight."

"I appreciate your offer, Cory. It means a lot." Ethan said, his voice strained.

"No problem, man. I hate to see you in this situation," Cory replied sympathetically.

"I'm not sure what to do now," Ethan admitted, feeling lost and hopeless.

"Well, have you considered going to the company? It's after hours, but the building is open 24/7. You can crash in one of the conference rooms or something," Cory suggested.

Ethan hesitated, remembering the cold and unforgiving nature of his boss. "I don't know, man. I don't think Mr. Williams would be too happy about that.

"Who cares what he thinks? You need a place to sleep, and the company owes you that much. Besides, you've been working your butt off for that place. It's about time they return the favor," Cory said, his voice full of conviction.

Ethan pondered on the idea, realizing that he didn't have many other options. "I guess you're right. It's worth a try."

"Good luck, man. And don't worry, things will get better," Cory said before hanging up.

Just as he ended the call, his phone rang again.

Ethan hesitated for a moment before finally answering the call. He recognized the number; it was his colleague Rachel, and he knew that she had been pestering him about the money he had borrowed from her.

"Hey Rachel," he answered, trying to sound casual.

"Ethan, when are you going to pay me back the money you owe me?" Rachel demanded, her voice sharp and annoyed.

Ethan sighed, feeling the weight of his financial troubles bear down on him; he had used his last bucks to purchase the cake for Lily, which she even destroyed. "I'll pay you back as soon as I can," he promised.

"Well, you better make it soon because I'm going to tell the boss about this. You can't keep borrowing money from your colleagues and not paying them back. It's not fair," Rachel said sternly.

Ethan felt a sense of dread wash over him. He knew that his boss was already unhappy with his performance at work and that this news would only make things worse and create the chance for him to get fired.

"Please don't tell the boss; I'll find a way to pay you back, I promise," he pleaded.

"You have until tomorrow, Ethan. If you don't pay me back, I'm going to tell the boss everything. Your wife owns a company, but you are still poor owing a lot of people. Tomorrow is the deadline." Rachel warned before hanging up the phone.

He slumped onto a nearby bench, feeling emptied. Ethan raised his head and looked up at the dark sky, his heart still heavy with sorrow.

"God, why is my life so messed up?" He muttered under his breath. "What did I do wrong to deserve all this pain and suffering?"

He let out a heavy sigh and wiped away a tear that had rolled down his cheek. At that moment, he felt like he was carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders, and he didn't know how much longer he could take it.

My wife cheated on me and kicked me out of our house, and I have nowhere to sleep. I can't even pay my debts," he said, tears streaming down his face.

"I just want to be happy again," he whispered to the night sky. "I want to feel loved and appreciated. Is that too much to ask?"

"Vroom! Vroom!"

Just then, ten sleek Porsche cars pulled up in line as a group of men dressed in red suits with dark glasses stepped out. The shiny cars looked like they were from a different world compared to the rusty vehicles on the street. The sound of the engines was deafening, and people on the sidewalk stopped in their tracks to stare at the impressive display of wealth.