He Saved Her Seat Not Our Baby Chapter 07
“Sign it.”
I pushed the divorce agreement in front of him.
Ethan held the pen, but couldn’t bring himself to write.
“As long as I don’t sign, you’re still Mrs. Ward.”
“Then we’ll go to court.”
“Then let’s go.”
He tore the agreement in half.
“Your body hasn’t healed. I won’t let you leave.”
Noah pushed the door open just then.
He glanced at the shredded paper on the floor and placed a court filing receipt on the table.
“Mr. Ward, Claire’s divorce petition was accepted ten minutes ago.”
Ethan stared at the red official seal. The silver airplane slipped from his hand and hit the floor again.
This time, one wing snapped off.
A week later, I transferred to Southport.
Ethan didn’t try to stop me again.
He simply parked a medical helicopter on the hospital roof and stubbornly waited for me to board.
Noah pushed the wheelchair toward the ambulance transfer vehicle.
Ethan blocked the door.
“A helicopter takes forty minutes. An ambulance takes three hours.”
Noah said: “Her doctor advised against flying.”
“I’ve arranged a full medical crew on board.”
I glanced at my watch.
“Please step aside. My appointment time has arrived.”
He seemed nailed to the ground by those words.
Before, every single time, he had used time to demand my compliance.
Now I simply reminded him once, calmly, and he took a step back.
As the ambulance pulled away, he was still standing there.
In the window behind me, the helicopter never took off.
During my recovery, Ethan sent a message every day asking about my health.
I never replied.
So he switched to handwritten letters, delivered to the front desk of the rehabilitation center on schedule.
On the first hearing date, the divorce case went to court.
Ethan didn’t bring a lawyer.
The judge asked if he agreed to the divorce.
He was silent a long time before he said: “No.”
I submitted proof of separation, medical records, the investigation results on the forged authorization, and documentation of the four times he had abandoned me at airports and hotels.
The judge asked again: “Mr. Ward, on what basis do you believe the marriage has not irretrievably broken down?”
He looked at me, his voice hoarse.
“She loved me for seven years.”
“Ms. Claire, is there anything you’d like to add?”
“No.”
Ethan’s head snapped up.
He would have preferred accusations. Tears. Even hatred.
But I gave him nothing.
As I left the courthouse, he followed me down the steps.
“Claire, I’ve canceled all private flight arrangements.”
“I’ve retrieved your mother’s manuscript. Cloud Cabin will only carry your name from now on. Ward Group is withdrawing from the project.”
I said: “Thank you for your cooperation.”
Polite. Courteous. Not a word more.
Ethan reached out to steady me. Noah was already there with a cane.
His hand hung in the air, then slowly fell.
“Are you with Noah now?”
“That’s my personal life.”
“I was just asking.”
Behind us, an officer’s voice carried over.
The investigation into Lily’s forged signature and illegal acquisition of prescription medication had concluded.
She was being escorted to another vehicle.
When she saw Ethan, she wrenched herself free.
“Ethan, the baby I’m carrying is yours! You can’t just abandon me!”