My Husband Regrets the Divorce

After finishing my lunch, I received another call from Sophie.

"Emma, are you planning to divorce Ethan because you mind me staying at your house?"

"I'm sorry, it's my fault for causing tension between you two. I'll move out soon and won't disturb your lives anymore."

"I have nothing going on with Ethan. Hunter's family helped me with my education, so I only feel gratitude towards him. Please don't misunderstand."

Listening to Sophie's seemingly innocent tone, I couldn't help but laugh.

She didn't want to ruin our relationship but was living in our home.

She wanted to repay Ethan but kept provoking me at every turn.

I hung up the phone.

That evening, I scrolled through Instagram and saw a photo of Sophie dining with Ethan at the old family home.

The caption read, "No matter how far the road, I'll be by your side; this is just the beginning."

The words dripped with subtle provocation.

Sophie called me again, smugly saying, "Emma, you're just lucky to be married to Ethan. Now you know he never loved you. If I wanted to, the position of Mrs. Hunter could easily be mine."

I chuckled. "If you're so eager for the title of Mrs. Hunter, was it because you didn't like him that you couldn't be with him back then?" With that, I hung up.

I went back to Instagram and liked her post, commenting, "Wishing you both a lifetime of happiness together."

On the seventh day since leaving home, Ethan returned from work and instinctively called out for Emma. "Emma, I want to eat your spaghetti."

But instead of Emma, it was Sophie who greeted him.

Ethan's heart sank. It had been so long since Emma had been home, and he knew she had nowhere else to go.

Her relationship with her parents was strained; they favored boys over girls. As a child, she had been left with her elderly grandmother—her only family—who had now passed away.

Standing in the hallway, he spotted the bag he had bought for her while on a business trip abroad.

He often gave Emma gifts; no matter what it was—even flowers he picked up on a whim—she always appreciated them.

Looking at that bag made him feel empty inside.

Sophie repeated her request several times before he snapped back to reality. "Ethan, I really like this bag; can you give it to me?"

"I'll buy Emma a new one—something nicer," she added.

"This is for Emma," he said directly for the first time in refusing Sophie.

She froze, tears quickly filling her eyes. "I'm sorry, Ethan! I forgot—Emma is your wife; she's the most important person in your life..."

Ethan felt a twinge of compassion. "If you want one, I can get you a new bag."

"Maybe I should just move out; if I do that, Emma might come back."

"It's my fault; I shouldn't have stayed in your house..." Sophie said with a pitiful look.

But Ethan was reminded of Emma—calm and composed even in difficult times.

She had a serene strength that never faltered.

He recalled how she had hidden in the garden after being pressured by her own family to marry him.

That was the only time he had seen her vulnerable.

Then there was the time when her grandmother passed away while he was abroad celebrating Sophie's birthday.

When he returned, Emma had handled the funeral alone.

Suddenly overwhelmed with regret after three years of marriage, Ethan felt panic set in.

He couldn't imagine life without Emma.

He repeatedly called her phone but it showed she was still on another call.

Sophie went into the kitchen to prepare spaghetti while Ethan prepared to leave again.

Sophie rushed forward and grabbed his sleeve. "The pasta will be ready soon; please eat before you go."

Ethan's voice turned icy. "Emma hasn't come back for so long; I need to find her."

"She might just be sulking and will return in a few days," Sophie choked out, tears streaming down her face. "Everyone knows how much you pamper Emma; she's envied by everyone as Mrs. Hunter..."

Before she could finish her sentence, tears fell from her eyes.

Ethan didn't argue; he pulled his sleeve away from her grasp. "I've arranged for someone to help you find an apartment; the driver is downstairs waiting to take you."

"You're asking me to move out tonight?" Sophie was stunned.

Ethan's eyes softened slightly but remained cold as he replied, "I'm married now; it's best we keep our distance."

Sophie watched as Ethan walked away, biting her lip and clenching her fists slowly.

After three years, Emma had taken such an important place in Ethan's heart?

He seemed to care for Emma more than for her.

As I returned home, I saw Ethan standing at the door, a cigarette in hand and a pile of butts at his feet.

Clearly, he had been waiting for a long time.

I stood at the top of the stairs, taking in Ethan's strikingly handsome face, feeling a sense of surreal disconnection.

I couldn't believe I had shared a bed with this man for three years.

Ethan looked up at me, his voice cold and heavy. "After all this time, shouldn't you be over it by now?"

"I've already had Sophie move out; you can come home now."

In response, I handed him the divorce papers. "Please sign these so we can part amicably."

He stared at me without taking them.

"My grandmother asked about you just the other day. She wants us to visit; she has something for you."

"I had your favorite seafood flown in from Japan; I can cook it tomorrow."

"And the nursery is almost ready; just a few more items to add..."

I interrupted him. "Ethan, it's no longer necessary. I terminated the pregnancy."

A flicker of anger crossed Ethan's face as his gaze fell on my flat stomach. "Emma, that's enough."

"You know my time and patience are limited. You don't need to pressure me into compromising; you know that tactic won't work on me."

I calmly presented him with the surgical report. "The baby is gone."