chapter 11
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Chapter 11
PIPER'S POV.
The bright morning light seeped into the room through the windows, and to my face, I could feel myself waking up, but before I completely did, the thought of last night came strolling through my mind, causing a soft grin to form. It felt good and at the same time, it felt like that was all I needed.
I brushed my hands through the other side of the bed, from up to down, but it felt weird, either Ethan was lying way too far from me, or he wasn't even on the bed. I furrowed my brows in confusion, my eyes still shut tight.
Instantly, I sprang off the bed and sat up, and before me was Ethan, standing at the balcony with his hands resting behind him. He was already dressed in his suit, probably waiting to say goodbye to me before he leaves for the office.
I couldn't help but let the smile linger on my face, the memory from yesterday kept replaying and replaying in my head. Ethan wanted a night of intimacy with me, which simply meant he clearly still had a burning flame of affection for me deep in his heart, and that is all I've ever wanted.
I adjusted my robe as I got off the bed and tucked my feet into my cozy slippers, slightly scanning the room when I noticed something odd: there was a large brown envelope on the ottoman, which went very much unnoticed.
I turned to the balcony and stole a glance at Ethan who was still in the exact same position he was in while I was still in bed. I grabbed the large brown envelope and opened it carefully. It was almost like Ethan planted it there for me go see it. My mind couldn't help but wonder what kind of gift he had for me.
In excitement, I bit my lower lip as I pulled the document out of the envelope and whiwhisperedDIVORCE PAPERS" written boldly at one first page. "What the f**k?!" I immediately began to panic. With my heaving chest and my heart racing like I was in some marathon, I flipped the pages of the document as truly they were divorce papers. My eyes scanned through the documents in search of names and in that minute, I could hear the sound of my heart shatter into pieces. Right there, written inninick ink, was my name "P,iper Reyes" a,nd his too "E,than Miller."
My limbs grew weak, and it felt like I had already forgotten how to breathe the moment I flipped to the last page and saw that Ethan's signature was already sitting on the part of the paperwork provided for him to sign. My eyelids grew watwateryth tears threatening to fall off the minute I bliblinkedy hands were trembling, I fand elt like I was loolosinglance, ".ivorce papers?" I breathed.
"Yes, Divorce papers." CamA response cameom behind fo,llowing the footsteps. I turned around and saw Ethan with his two hands in his pocpockets. Heared at me an,d not even a smirk appeared on his face, ".ave you penned down your signature? There should be a pen somewhere around there." He muttered.
" Good morning to you to,o Et,han! What is this?!" I got up and waved the paperwork in his face.
"I'm certain you know how to read, I also believe you've already gone through the document, so why bother wasting both our time by asking irrelevant questions.
"Why am I waking up to divorce papers already signed by you?!" I probed through my clenched teeth.
" I was probably too drunk to give it to you last night. Simple." He responded so casually like I asked what his favourite food was. Tears were rolling down my cheeks uncontrollably. I struggled to control myself and at the same time, my actions. "What do you mean by this? Whoever brought up anything about a divorce?" I asked as I tossed the paperwork to ontoe bed and took a step closer to him.
"Whoever mentioned anything about a divorce?! Ethan we, were doing so well!" I spoke softly.
He had a smolder plastered on his face, he and looked like he wasn't even listening to me. "So that's what you think? In your right mind, you really think we were doing well? Oh my goodness." He let out a chuckle.
"Ethan, there are other ways we can try to fix our marriage other than getting a divorce--"
He immediately pulled his arm away from my grip, "Look, I don't have time for this, okay? I'm gonna need you to put your signature down on that paperwork then pack your things and leave my house, how does that sound?"
"oh Oh -- why are you doing this, Ethan? This isn't the right decision, I think we can talk things out and under where we both wronged each other." I said, my throat grew tighter as I let the words out.
"Oh well, since you badly want to know, “Selena is the love of my life."
The minute I heard those words escape his lips, I thought I was going to collapse, I lost balance and fell to the ground at on knees. My hands, legs, eveand ry part of me felt useless. I opened my mouth bu,t no words could come out, I.wasn't even sure of what to say an,d there I was, getting humiliated by Selena an,d she wasn't even here.
"You were just a distraction, Piper ... A very terrible one at that. You know what, without further ado, put your signature on the part of the sheet designed for it then go into the closet and pack all your things... it’It’sme you left.” ,e added.
Still on the ground, I grabbed the hems of his trousers with tears, rushing down my cheeks uncontrollably, "Ethan, please... Please I need you to reconsider... What about last night Ethan? Didn't any of that mean anything to you?"
" Well, not as much... AftAfter all am a man who has needs an,d all you did was satisfy them, n;thing special about that."
"Each and every word that came out of his mouth pierced theheart like kniknivesEthan Pl,eplease Don't do this..." I muttered, my brebreathd entire body, trembling with a bunch of emotions - pain, fear, worry, running through my veins.
He kicked his leg inotoosen my grip on his trousers, "Let go of me." He muttered. "Sign the goddamn papers and leave them on the ottoman, I need you to hasten your movement," he said as he stole a glance at his wrist watch. I don't have time for any of this. Grab your things, I don't ever want to see you again. "
He adjusted his suit an,abbed his suitcase on frome bed an,d exited the room, i. Its then that it dawned on me that he wasn't even joking around, h; meant every single word he spoke.
i gIabbed the pen, ad mopped at the piece of work, so this was it, the end of my marriage. I shakily penned my signature.
I opened the closet and stared at my things, "This was it, my doom. Where was I supposed to go now?"
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