After my First Love Returned, I Decided to Divorce novel Chapter 1

Ethan sneered, signing the divorce papers without hesitation, while casually groping the woman beside him, making her giggle.

"Ethan, your wife's just jealous. Go comfort her."

"Everyone in New York City knows she's hopelessly in love with you."

"Just sweet-talk her a little, and she'll be fine."

"Besides, if you really get divorced, your old man won't let you off the hook..."

The two of them started fooling around in the office, making noises that were hard to ignore.

I clenched the divorce papers in my hand, took a deep breath, and walked out of the company.

I should've been used to it by now.

Hadn't it always been like this?

I was the wife handpicked for Ethan by the Johnson patriarch.

An orphan with no family or background, I had clawed my way up in the business world through sheer talent and hard work.

Easy to control, yet capable—perfect for reining in his wayward grandson.

But how could someone like Ethan, spoiled rotten since childhood, ever be tamed by me?

He lived extravagantly, cycling through women every two weeks, showering them with luxury goods and jewelry.

If I dared to say a word, he'd snap at me.

Whenever I got upset, he'd half-heartedly apologize, and without even a token gift, I'd end up cleaning up his mess again.

Because of this, everyone in our circle laughed at me, calling me the cheapest woman Ethan had ever kept.

As I walked out of City Hall, I let out a slow breath, only to see a barrage of messages popping up on my phone.

"Where are you?"

"I'm coming home for dinner tonight. I want your French cuisine."

"I was out of line today. I'll make it up to you tonight."

The same old empty promises, unchanged after all these years.

Ethan was truly one of a kind.

I didn't reply, just silenced my phone.