After my First Love Returned, I Decided to Divorce novel Chapter 10

In the ER, my ex-husband was fighting for his life.

The man I once despised.

The man who humiliated me over and over again.

And yet, in that split second, he had thrown himself in front of me.

My hands were still covered in his blood, my mind a tangled mess.

What the hell was this…?

I never understood Ethan.

He used to treat me like I was nothing, like I was barely worth his attention.

So why would he do this?

Why save me?

Was it really like he said?

Had he actually fallen in love with me?

The red light above the OR switched off.

I shot up from my chair, my breath caught in my throat as I stared at the lead surgeon.

"…We've stabilized him for now, but I can't promise he'll make it."

Liam's fingers brushed over mine, tracing slow circles against my ring finger, grounding me.

"He'll be okay," Liam murmured.

And as if he had willed it into reality, Ethan woke up that same night.

His eyes were clear, and somehow, he still had the energy to crack a joke.

He glanced at the bruises and scrapes on my skin, guilt flickering across his face.

"Sorry. I should've been more careful."

"I remember… you don't handle pain well. I guess I wasn't thinking straight."

His smile was light, almost carefree—his gaze clearer than I had ever seen it before.

It was like that accident had knocked something loose in his head.

Like he suddenly understood everything.

He even asked me when Liam and I were planning to get married.

"You should pick a good date," he said.

"That's where we messed up."

"I looked it up recently—the day we got married?"

"Apparently, it was a terrible day for weddings."

I almost laughed.

Ethan had never cared about stuff like that before.

Now, he was bringing up horoscopes and wedding dates?