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Goodbye, Toxic Husband I Shredded Your Mistress's Shirt

NovelMaster Completed

Romance 现实主义-Realistic重生-Reborn

Three years into our marriage, my husband, Ethan Vance, asked me to hand-wash a shirt. "This shirt is different. It must be hand-washed." "Scrub it gently. Don't ruin it!" I stared at the shirt, and a sudden wave of exhaustion washed over me. "Let's get a divorce," I said. He froze, then knitted his brows in annoyance. "Just because I asked you to wash a shirt?" "You're in your thirties, Chloe. Stop throwing these childish tantrums!" "Acting like this only makes me find you disgusting and tiresome!" He thought I didn't know. He thought I didn't know this was the shirt bought by his mistress. He thought I couldn't live without him, that even if he betrayed me, I'd always crawl back. After he walked out, I pulled out my phone and sent a Snapchat message. [Aren't you still looking for evidence of Ethan Vance's bribery?] [Three days from now, Starbound Cafe. I'll be waiting.] Ethan walked down the stairs, looking sharp in his tailored suit. Adjusting his cufflinks, he tossed a white shirt right in front of me. "Wash this." My hands froze. The shirt was made of high-quality fabric. It looked like it had been worn a few times, covered in light creases. There was also a faint scent of perfume on it. I looked up at him. "Why not just throw it in the washing machine?" Ethan looked down at his phone, his voice careless. "This shirt is different. It must be hand-washed." "Don't let the housekeeper touch it, either. Wash it with your own hands." My hands clenched into fists. "But I have to go to work." Ethan scoffed. "That pathetic job of yours? You make a few thousand a month. Is it even worth it?" "Just wash it. Stop talking so much." My heart sank all the way to the bottom. Three days ago. My best friend, Mia, invited me to dinner. She looked incredibly uncomfortable. After hesitating for a long time, she finally told me. "One of my sales associates told me they saw Ethan helping a young girl pick out a shirt." Mia showed me the security footage from her boutique. Ethan and the girl were arm-in-arm, acting extremely intimate. They had picked out a white shirt. The exact same shirt Ethan had just tossed in front of me. I didn't say a word. Ethan had already walked to the foyer. Suddenly, I called out his name. "Ethan." He turned around, his expression cold. "What?" I looked at him, feeling surprisingly calm. "Let's get a divorce," I said. Ethan frowned, his face filled with impatience. "Just because I asked you to wash a shirt?" "You're in your thirties, Chloe. Stop throwing these childish tantrums!" "Acting like this only makes me find you disgusting and tiresome!" With that, he slammed the door and left. Our housekeeper, Martha, looked at me cautiously. "Ma'am..." She had worked for the Vance family for years. Honestly, she knew what was going on, but she never dared to say it out loud. I looked down at the shirt on the table. It looked like a piece of filthy, white trash. It made me feel sick to my stomach. Suddenly, I felt so tired. Too tired to even feel angry. During our three years of marriage, I took care of his home, helped him start his business, accompanied him to corporate dinners, and managed all his networking connections. When he got drunk, I was the one who picked him up in the middle of the night. When his chronic stomach issues flared up, I was the one who stayed by his hospital bed. When his company was struggling the most, I sold the jewelry my late mother left me. And now, he was bringing home a shirt bought by his mistress, demanding I wash it with my own hands. It was a deliberate humiliation, a sick way of showing off. He was absolutely sure I would never leave him. He believed I was so desperately in love with him that I'd tolerate anything. He thought that no matter how much he trampled on me, I would always endure it. Ten minutes after Ethan left. I picked up my phone and sent a Snapchat message. [Aren't you still looking for evidence of Ethan Vance's bribery?] [Three days from now, Starbound Cafe. I'll be waiting.]At 6:00 PM, I received a Snapchat from Ethan. It was a brief line: [Having dinner with clients tonight. Won't be home.] I stared at the words. Suddenly, I remembered that he didn't used to be like this. During our first two years of marriage, he came home every single day. No matter how busy he was, he would always let me know in advance. But as his company grew bigger, he came home less and less. It went from two or three times a week, to once a week. Now, he only showed up four or five times a month. He treated our home like a hotel—just coming back to shower, change, sleep, and leave. I didn't reply. I worked at a luxury hotel. Tonight, there was a very important business gala, and I was the lead coordinator. The entire hotel staff was on high alert. At 7:30 PM, the lights in the grand ballroom turned on, and guests started entering. I stood at the entrance, checking the guest list. Until a familiar voice drifted over. "See? Didn't I tell you I'd bring you?" I looked up, and my breath hitched instantly. It was Ethan. And standing right next to him was a young, beautiful woman. She had long, wavy hair, wore a stunning white gown, and had flawless makeup. She was the woman from the security footage—the one who had helped Ethan pick out the shirt. Right now, she was clinging to Ethan's arm, her body practically pressed against his. When Ethan saw me, his expression visibly shifted. The woman followed his gaze and looked me up and down. Her eyes were filled with blatant contempt. "Who is this?" Ethan frowned. "The hotel coordinator." He said it so casually, as if introducing a complete stranger. Amber Brooks smiled. "Oh, I see." "Well, make sure you take good care of us tonight." She intentionally emphasized the word "us." I nodded calmly. "Of course." Halfway through the gala, Amber suddenly waved her hand to call me over. "Waitress!" The surrounding managers gasped. Everyone in the hotel knew I was the lead coordinator. Yet, she chose to call me that on purpose. Still, I walked over and asked politely, "How can I help you, ma'am?" She frowned, looking at the drink in her hand. "There's way too much ice in this." "My husband has a weak stomach. He can't drink anything this cold." She called him "husband" so naturally, so intimately. I looked at Ethan. He just sat there, making no effort to correct her. My heart felt like it had been stabbed with a thousand needles. I nodded. "I'll get a replacement for you." A few minutes later, I returned with a fresh glass. "Ma'am, here is your new drink." Just as Amber went to take the glass, her wrist suddenly tilted. The entire glass of red wine splashed all over me. The dark red liquid dripped down my white shirt, leaving me in a humiliating mess. Yet, Amber was the first to scowl. "What is wrong with you? Can't you even hold a glass properly?"I stood there frozen as the cold wine dripped down the hem of my shirt. Ethan looked over, but he only frowned and didn't say a single word to defend me. Amber continued to screech, "Is this the level of service your lead coordinator provides?" "I'm going to file a complaint!" The manager standing nearby turned pale. Today's guests were all VIPs. We couldn't afford to offend any of them. Sensing her power, Amber pushed further. "Call your boss over! Now!" Only then did Ethan finally speak up. "Alright." He reached out and pulled Amber's hand. "Stop making a scene." But his tone didn't sound like he was stopping her. It sounded like he was pampering her. Amber pouted. "I'm just worried about you, Ethan." "Your stomach is so sensitive, and she gave you a drink with so much ice." The looks on the faces of the people around us became incredibly awkward. Suddenly, I felt a deep sense of humiliation, as if I had been stripped naked in front of a crowd. I went to the restroom to clean up and looked in the mirror. I looked pathetic. My makeup was ruined, and my hair was damp. As I dabbed at the wine stains on my shirt, my eyes burned. Just then, the restroom door was pushed open. Amber walked in. She stood behind me, a smug smile plastered on her face. "We finally meet." "Chloe." I didn't turn around. She walked closer, taking her time. "You know who I am, right?" I answered calmly, "I do." She laughed. "Since you know, why haven't you filed for divorce yet?" "You don't actually think Ethan still loves you, do you?" I looked up, meeting her eyes in the mirror. She was young and beautiful. And she looked entirely victorious. She leaned close to my ear. "He told me you've gotten so boring lately." "Like an old housewife. All you do is work and clean. You don't have an ounce of femininity left." "But I'm different. Whenever he's at my place, he goes absolutely wild. He never wants to leave." I stayed silent. Seeing my silence, she grew even more arrogant. She smiled and asked, "By the way, did you wash that shirt?" My hands paused. She admired my reaction with immense satisfaction. "He absolutely loves that shirt. He always makes me wear it in bed." "I made him bring it back home on purpose. I told him he had to make you hand-wash it yourself." A wave of nausea hit me, making me sick to my stomach. She was enjoying torturing me, but to me, it just felt pathetic and pointless. I took a deep breath. "Are you done?" Amber blinked, clearly surprised by how calm I was. I tried to walk past her, but she suddenly stepped in front of me, blocking my way. "What are you acting so tough for?" "Ethan doesn't love you anymore." "If you have any dignity left, pack your bags and get out!" I frowned and pushed her aside. I didn't use much force, but she let out a dramatic shriek and threw herself onto the floor. I froze. Before I could even react, the restroom door burst open. Ethan rushed in. "Amber!" He immediately pulled her into his arms. Amber's eyes were red as she sobbed, "I just wanted to apologize to her... but she suddenly pushed me..."Ethan snapped his head up, his eyes icy as he glared at me. "You pushed her?" I parted my lips. "I didn't. I just—" "Stop lying!" He cut me off, his voice terrifyingly cold. "Chloe, when did you become so malicious?" "You pushed her and now you won't even admit it? What did Amber ever do to you?!" "Apologize to her. Now!" I stood frozen, my heart turning completely cold. I clenched my fists. "I didn't push her. She fell on purpose." Ethan let out a harsh laugh. "Still making excuses?" "Chloe, you disgust me." Disgust. There was that word again. So that was who I had become in his eyes. Amber clung to his chest, crying pitifully. "It's fine, Ethan." "Maybe she's just jealous of me..." Ethan held her tighter, his eyes filled with nothing but pure hatred as he looked at me. "Apologize." "Right now!" Suddenly, a deep exhaustion washed over me. I didn't even want to waste my breath explaining anymore. Our boss, Mr. Harrison, rushed in. Seeing Ethan's furious expression, he instantly panicked. "Chloe, what is going on here?" Amber sniffled, her eyes red. "I'm sure Chloe didn't mean to push me." Mr. Harrison's face darkened instantly. He lowered his voice and hissed at me: "Chloe! Are you insane? This is Mr. Vance's lady!" "Apologize, now!" I stood there, shivering in my damp, cold clothes. Legally, I was Ethan's wife. Amber was nothing but a homewrecker. Yet, Ethan was holding Amber in public, looking at me with absolute disgust. After a long silence, I finally spoke in a quiet voice. "I'm sorry." A triumphant gleam flashed in Amber's eyes. Ethan finally looked away from me, as if looking at me for another second would make him sick. He guided Amber out of the restroom. Watching their retreating figures, my mind drifted back to three years ago. The day Ethan and I got married. On our wedding night, Ethan held me close and said, "Chloe, I will never let you suffer." But in the end, the person who made me suffer the most was him. By midnight, the gala finally ended. I dragged my exhausted body out of the hotel. Suddenly, my phone rang. I answered it. A deep, lazy male voice echoed from the other end. "Hello, Mrs. Vance. I received your message." I gave a quiet "Hmm." "Are you sure you want to make this deal with me? Once you give me the evidence of Ethan's bribery, he will be completely ruined." I looked at the glittering city lights, my voice incredibly calm. "I'm sure."

Chapters (4)

第1章

第2章

At 6:00 PM, I received a Snapchat from Ethan. It was a brief line: [Having dinner with clients tonight. Won't be home.] I stared at the words. Suddenly, I remembered that he didn't used to be like this. During our first two years of marriage, he came home every single day. No matter how busy he was, he would always let me know in advance. But as his company grew bigger, he came home less and less. It went from two or three times a week, to once a week. Now, he only showed up four or five times a month. He treated our home like a hotel—just coming back to shower, change, sleep, and leave. I didn't reply. I worked at a luxury hotel. Tonight, there was a very important business gala, and I was the lead coordinator. The entire hotel staff was on high alert. At 7:30 PM, the lights in the grand ballroom turned on, and guests started entering. I stood at the entrance, checking the guest list. Until a familiar voice drifted over. "See? Didn't I tell you I'd bring you?" I looked up, and my breath hitched instantly. It was Ethan. And standing right next to him was a young, beautiful woman. She had long, wavy hair, wore a stunning white gown, and had flawless makeup. She was the woman from the security footage—the one who had helped Ethan pick out the shirt. Right now, she was clinging to Ethan's arm, her body practically pressed against his. When Ethan saw me, his expression visibly shifted. The woman followed his gaze and looked me up and down. Her eyes were filled with blatant contempt. "Who is this?" Ethan frowned. "The hotel coordinator." He said it so casually, as if introducing a complete stranger. Amber Brooks smiled. "Oh, I see." "Well, make sure you take good care of us tonight." She intentionally emphasized the word "us." I nodded calmly. "Of course." Halfway through the gala, Amber suddenly waved her hand to call me over. "Waitress!" The surrounding managers gasped. Everyone in the hotel knew I was the lead coordinator. Yet, she chose to call me that on purpose. Still, I walked over and asked politely, "How can I help you, ma'am?" She frowned, looking at the drink in her hand. "There's way too much ice in this." "My husband has a weak stomach. He can't drink anything this cold." She called him "husband" so naturally, so intimately. I looked at Ethan. He just sat there, making no effort to correct her. My heart felt like it had been stabbed with a thousand needles. I nodded. "I'll get a replacement for you." A few minutes later, I returned with a fresh glass. "Ma'am, here is your new drink." Just as Amber went to take the glass, her wrist suddenly tilted. The entire glass of red wine splashed all over me. The dark red liquid dripped down my white shirt, leaving me in a humiliating mess. Yet, Amber was the first to scowl. "What is wrong with you? Can't you even hold a glass properly?"

第3章

I stood there frozen as the cold wine dripped down the hem of my shirt. Ethan looked over, but he only frowned and didn't say a single word to defend me. Amber continued to screech, "Is this the level of service your lead coordinator provides?" "I'm going to file a complaint!" The manager standing nearby turned pale. Today's guests were all VIPs. We couldn't afford to offend any of them. Sensing her power, Amber pushed further. "Call your boss over! Now!" Only then did Ethan finally speak up. "Alright." He reached out and pulled Amber's hand. "Stop making a scene." But his tone didn't sound like he was stopping her. It sounded like he was pampering her. Amber pouted. "I'm just worried about you, Ethan." "Your stomach is so sensitive, and she gave you a drink with so much ice." The looks on the faces of the people around us became incredibly awkward. Suddenly, I felt a deep sense of humiliation, as if I had been stripped naked in front of a crowd. I went to the restroom to clean up and looked in the mirror. I looked pathetic. My makeup was ruined, and my hair was damp. As I dabbed at the wine stains on my shirt, my eyes burned. Just then, the restroom door was pushed open. Amber walked in. She stood behind me, a smug smile plastered on her face. "We finally meet." "Chloe." I didn't turn around. She walked closer, taking her time. "You know who I am, right?" I answered calmly, "I do." She laughed. "Since you know, why haven't you filed for divorce yet?" "You don't actually think Ethan still loves you, do you?" I looked up, meeting her eyes in the mirror. She was young and beautiful. And she looked entirely victorious. She leaned close to my ear. "He told me you've gotten so boring lately." "Like an old housewife. All you do is work and clean. You don't have an ounce of femininity left." "But I'm different. Whenever he's at my place, he goes absolutely wild. He never wants to leave." I stayed silent. Seeing my silence, she grew even more arrogant. She smiled and asked, "By the way, did you wash that shirt?" My hands paused. She admired my reaction with immense satisfaction. "He absolutely loves that shirt. He always makes me wear it in bed." "I made him bring it back home on purpose. I told him he had to make you hand-wash it yourself." A wave of nausea hit me, making me sick to my stomach. She was enjoying torturing me, but to me, it just felt pathetic and pointless. I took a deep breath. "Are you done?" Amber blinked, clearly surprised by how calm I was. I tried to walk past her, but she suddenly stepped in front of me, blocking my way. "What are you acting so tough for?" "Ethan doesn't love you anymore." "If you have any dignity left, pack your bags and get out!" I frowned and pushed her aside. I didn't use much force, but she let out a dramatic shriek and threw herself onto the floor. I froze. Before I could even react, the restroom door burst open. Ethan rushed in. "Amber!" He immediately pulled her into his arms. Amber's eyes were red as she sobbed, "I just wanted to apologize to her... but she suddenly pushed me..."

第4章

Ethan snapped his head up, his eyes icy as he glared at me. "You pushed her?" I parted my lips. "I didn't. I just—" "Stop lying!" He cut me off, his voice terrifyingly cold. "Chloe, when did you become so malicious?" "You pushed her and now you won't even admit it? What did Amber ever do to you?!" "Apologize to her. Now!" I stood frozen, my heart turning completely cold. I clenched my fists. "I didn't push her. She fell on purpose." Ethan let out a harsh laugh. "Still making excuses?" "Chloe, you disgust me." Disgust. There was that word again. So that was who I had become in his eyes. Amber clung to his chest, crying pitifully. "It's fine, Ethan." "Maybe she's just jealous of me..." Ethan held her tighter, his eyes filled with nothing but pure hatred as he looked at me. "Apologize." "Right now!" Suddenly, a deep exhaustion washed over me. I didn't even want to waste my breath explaining anymore. Our boss, Mr. Harrison, rushed in. Seeing Ethan's furious expression, he instantly panicked. "Chloe, what is going on here?" Amber sniffled, her eyes red. "I'm sure Chloe didn't mean to push me." Mr. Harrison's face darkened instantly. He lowered his voice and hissed at me: "Chloe! Are you insane? This is Mr. Vance's lady!" "Apologize, now!" I stood there, shivering in my damp, cold clothes. Legally, I was Ethan's wife. Amber was nothing but a homewrecker. Yet, Ethan was holding Amber in public, looking at me with absolute disgust. After a long silence, I finally spoke in a quiet voice. "I'm sorry." A triumphant gleam flashed in Amber's eyes. Ethan finally looked away from me, as if looking at me for another second would make him sick. He guided Amber out of the restroom. Watching their retreating figures, my mind drifted back to three years ago. The day Ethan and I got married. On our wedding night, Ethan held me close and said, "Chloe, I will never let you suffer." But in the end, the person who made me suffer the most was him. By midnight, the gala finally ended. I dragged my exhausted body out of the hotel. Suddenly, my phone rang. I answered it. A deep, lazy male voice echoed from the other end. "Hello, Mrs. Vance. I received your message." I gave a quiet "Hmm." "Are you sure you want to make this deal with me? Once you give me the evidence of Ethan's bribery, he will be completely ruined." I looked at the glittering city lights, my voice incredibly calm. "I'm sure."