My Heroic Wife Saved My Life, But I Want a Divorce

On the day I was discharged from the hospital, a thug rushed straight at me with a knife. My wife, Chloe, had just stepped out with my discharge papers and billing statement.

Without a second thought, she threw herself onto my back. The blade pierced right through her body, and blood pooled all over the floor.

The city's top specialists worked day and night for ten days to drag her back from the brink of death.

The moment Chloe opened her eyes, the first thing I said to her was, "Now that you're awake, let's sign the divorce papers." She grabbed the hem of my shirt, sobbing uncontrollably.

My parents rushed over. My mother, Helen, tried to comfort Chloe, while my father, John, dragged me back. "Ethan, Chloe just barely survived!

She’s not even out of the woods yet!" "Besides, the doctor just told us she's three months pregnant.

Stop this nonsense!" I looked at Chloe, my patience wearing thin. "What does her pregnancy have to do with me wanting a divorce?" The moment those words left my mouth, John slapped me hard across the face.

Even the bystanders in the hallway started pointing and whispering, calling me a monster.

Chloe clutched her stitchedup wound, looking at me with pure betrayal. "I died for you, Ethan.

Is this how you hurt me?" I remained completely cold. "Sign the papers, and I’ll never hurt you again." I threw the divorce agreement onto Chloe’s lap.

She forced herself to sit up straight, trembling through the pain.

Her hands shook as she picked up the papers, her tears immediately soaking the pages. "Ethan, is this because I didn't take good care of you when you were hurt? Are you mad?

I only left your side because I wanted to make you healthy, organic meals." Looking at Chloe’s tearstained face, I couldn't summon a single ounce of pity.

Instead, my disgust only grew stronger. "I don't care what you did. None of it is going to stop this divorce." Chloe cried harder.

She reached out, trying to hug me and seek comfort like she used to. But the moment her hands stretched toward me, I took a sharp step back.

That simple rejection completely shattered her.

Her eyes filled with desperate pleading. "Ethan, if you're mad that I've been in the hospital too long and couldn't look after you, I'll discharge myself right now. Let's go home.

Please, don't be mad." She struggled to swing her legs out of the bed to put on her shoes. The nurse immediately rushed over and held her down.

The nurse looked even more heartbroken for Chloe than I was. "You just woke up! Your wound is still bleeding.

If you leave now, we won't be able to save you if things go south!" With that, the nurse shot me a murderous glare.

In an instant, all the medical staff in the room glared at me with pure hostility. They couldn't help but speak up for Chloe. "Chloe is such an angel.

She took care of him every single day before this. She even brought extra homecooked meals for the nightshift staff. Good people really get the worst luck." "Exactly.

This man changes his face faster than the weather. I bet he has someone else on the side. Honestly, the guy who stabbed him was probably the side chick's husband.

Poor Chloe." Hearing their baseless accusations, I remained completely calm.

Chloe wiped her tears and spoke to them with absolute devotion. "Even if Ethan really fell in love with someone else, I would never leave him.

I believe that as long as I give him my whole heart, he will come back to me." Her words basically confirmed their suspicion of my "infidelity." Out of patience, I pulled up the messages on my phone and showed them to her. "I've already rented a new apartment.

Once we've been separated long enough, the court will grant the divorce anyway." As soon as I finished speaking, the sound of a thermos smashing on the floor echoed from behind.

John and Helen burst into the room, rushing to shield Chloe. "Chloe, honey, you just woke up. You can't get stressed. Ethan is probably just traumatized by the attack.

Don't take his words to heart." Chloe nodded weakly. I strode over and pulled Helen back. "She is not your daughterinlaw anymore. You don't need to care about her.

I am perfectly sane, and I want a divorce." Helen’s eyes reddened, and she slapped me across the face again.

Her finger trembled as she pointed at me. "Do you realize Chloe is three months pregnant?

Are you going to end your chance of ever starting a family?" I pushed Helen away gently and spoke coldly. "She isn't the only woman in the world who can have a baby." With that, I forced a pen into Chloe’s hand.

The more she struggled, the harder I gripped her hand. Soon, her sudden movements tore her stitches. Bright red blood stained the snowwhite hospital sheets.

John lost his temper, grabbing my collar and slamming me against the wall. "If you don't want this child, we do!" I stood up, wiping the blood from my forehead, my expression remaining completely indifferent. "As long as I don't sign the birth certificate, this kid won't get a single dime of my inheritance or carry my family name." Ignoring the severe pain from her bleeding wound, Chloe grabbed the divorce papers, ripped them in half, and threw them at my face.

She screamed, "Ethan, do you even have a heart? Back when you were starting your business, I worked three jobs and sold my plasma to support you!

Now that we're finally rich, why are you throwing me away?" Looking at her pale face, I calmly picked up the ripped papers and threw them back onto her bed. "Even if you sold your kidney, I would still divorce you." My parents stared at me in absolute shock.

The doting, loving husband I used to be was entirely gone. Just as they were about to speak, a crowd of reporters suddenly barged through the door. "Chloe!

Your heroic story has gone viral on TikTok! We're here for an exclusive interview!"

The reporters immediately swarmed Chloe, offering their comfort. "We thought you were just brave, but we had no idea you were carrying such a heavy emotional burden behind the scenes." Chloe quickly tried to defend me in front of the cameras. "My husband used to love me very much.

He was just terrified by the attack that day. I'll stay by his side and help him get through this." Helen walked up, hugging Chloe and wiping her tears.

Helen couldn't help but cry too. "Back when you two got married so quickly, John and I thought it was too fast. We tried to talk you out of it.

But Ethan literally swore to us that he would marry no one else but you in this lifetime." "When his company was just starting out, you ran around trying to get investors, and you took such good care of us.

We've always treated you like our own daughter.

Ethan, what kind of sick game are you playing?" Memories of our past sweetness flashed through my mind like a movie, but now, it felt as dead as a graveyard. I didn't look at Helen.

Instead, I raised my voice so everyone could hear. "She did all of that voluntarily. I never forced her." John couldn't take it anymore.

He grabbed another water pitcher from the bedside table and threw it directly at my head. By reflex, I raised my arms to shield my face. But the impact never came.

When I opened my eyes, Chloe had thrown herself out of bed to block the pitcher for me.

She collapsed onto the floor, grabbing the cuff of my jeans. "Ethan, you promised me we would be together forever.

Did none of it mean anything?" By the time she finished, she was gasping for air. The nurses tried to lift her back onto the bed, but she refused to let go of me.

Throughout the entire scene, I watched her struggle in utter despair, completely unmoved. More and more bystanders gathered outside the room.

These strangers, fueled by selfrighteous anger, started shouting at me. "What a wonderful girl.

If I had a wife like her, I'd treat her like a queen." "How did a piece of trash like him even get a wife?

The thug should have stabbed him to death instead." I turned my head and stared coldly at the man who spoke. "If you like her so much, take her home and make her your wife.

Save me the eyesore." The moment the words left my mouth, a heavy hand slapped me squarely across the face.

The force of the blow sent me crashing hard against the wall. "Chloe almost died for you, and this is how you treat her?

I'll beat you to death myself today!" It was Chloe's mother, Martha. She raised her hand to strike me again. I instinctively backed away.

Chloe held her mother back, crying. "Martha, please stop! Ethan is just confused right now. I don't blame him." Looking at Martha, I no longer held any of the respect I once had.

When Chloe and I first got married, I knew her family wasn't welloff. Martha had raised her as a single mother, and I had always felt sorry for them.

So, the moment my company made its first million, I bought Martha a massive house in a nice suburb, treating her like my own mother.

The reporters saw the high drama and pushed their cameras right into my face.

Martha snatched a camera from a reporter and shoved it inches from my nose. "Let the whole world see what a heartless, ungrateful dog looks like!

People like him should be struck by lightning!" Chloe tried her best to pull Martha back, still pleading. "Martha, don't film him! Ethan's company is in its crucial growth phase.

If this gets out, it will ruin the business!" Everyone sighed in admiration. Even at her lowest, Chloe was still protecting my career.

For her daughter's sake, Martha finally lowered the camera. "Carry Chloe back to the bed, and I'll pretend this never happened." I stood frozen for a long moment before speaking slowly. "As long as she signs the divorce papers, I will do whatever you want." Just then, a loud commotion erupted at the end of the hallway. "He dares to abuse our Chloe?

Don't let him get away with this!"

Before I could even react, a group of angry men rushed into the room, grabbed me, and dragged me out of the ward. The sheer, violent force of their grip made me dizzy.

They dragged me down the stairs without mercy, even kicking me down the last flight.

My head spun as I hit the concrete, and the warm blood pooling over my eyes temporarily blinded me.

They didn't stop until they dragged me all the way out of the hospital building, tossing me like trash onto the asphalt courtyard.

My parents, having made sure Chloe was secure, came running down in a panic. Martha followed closely behind.

The moment she saw me on the ground, she shouted an order to the crowd. "Beat him! Don't stop until he promises to call off this divorce!" I finally realized who these people were.

They were Martha’s roughneck relatives and neighbors from her old hometown.

I remembered someone once warning me that people from Chloe’s old neighborhood were notoriously violent and clannish. But back when I first met Chloe, I refused to believe it.

Now, I was getting a firsthand demonstration. My parents immediately threw themselves over me to shield me.

Even though they were furious with me, they couldn't bear to see me beaten to death. They tried to hold Martha back. "Martha, please! Ethan is just temporarily confused.

We will talk sense into him. We promise we won't let him divorce Chloe!" Martha’s face darkened. With surprising strength, she violently shoved my parents aside.

The force of her push shocked them into silence. Before they could recover, the mob surrounded me, raining fists and kicks down on me. I couldn't even stand up.

I could only curl into a ball, protecting my head from the heavy blows.

My parents screamed and tried to pull the men off me, but how could two elderly people fight off a dozen angry thugs?

Suddenly, Chloe, clutching her bleeding abdomen, stumbled out of the building. She ran over and threw her body over mine to shield me.

Martha tried to pull her up, furious at her weakness, but Chloe fell to her knees, refusing to budge. "Martha, I beg you, stop!

If you kill Ethan, I won't live either!" Frustrated, Martha let go of her, shooting me a look of pure hatred.

But I recognized that look—it was a look I had seen too many times before. Chloe held me tight, completely ignoring her own reopened stitches.

She frantically checked me for injuries. "Ethan, you're safe now. I'll talk to Martha. We're going to be fine, okay? Let me take you inside to get patched up." I didn't respond.

I didn't even look at her. With all the strength I had left, I shoved her away, pushed through the whispering crowd, and walked out of the hospital gates.

I had only taken a few steps when my parents' panicked voices echoed behind me. "Chloe! Chloe, wake up! What's wrong with you?!" I didn't turn back.

I hailed a cab and went straight to my company. But I underestimated how fast bad news travels on social media.

The moment I stepped into the lobby, I was met by a swarm of reporters and angry business partners. They swarmed me instantly. "Ethan!

We only partner with you because of your familyman brand! Now our stores are being flooded with return requests!

Can you even afford these losses?!" Before I could answer, another partner grabbed me by the collar, shaking me violently. "We built your company!

If you want to ruin yourself, don't drag us down with you! Refund our investment right now!" "Your affair is your own damn problem!

Don't make us pay for your sins!" Naturally, people only believed what they saw on their screens. I checked my watch.

Time was running out, and I didn't have time to argue with them. I tried to push past them. But the partners had no intention of letting me walk away.

One of them kicked my knee from behind, sending me crashing to the floor.

They pinned my arms and slammed my forehead against the marble tiles, over and over. "We aren't losing our money because of you!

Get on your knees, look at the camera, and apologize to save the company's image!"

They forced the reporters to crowd around me, broadcasting my humiliation live on TikTok to salvage the brand. The blood from my forehead dripped onto the polished floor.

No matter how hard I struggled, I couldn't break free from their heavy grip. Just as I felt my consciousness fading, Chloe and my parents finally arrived.

Chloe ran over and knelt beside me, her face drenched in tears. "Look what they did to you! Does it hurt? Ethan, don't be scared. I'll handle the company.

You just need to focus on recovering." I lay there, staring at her. Then, with a sudden burst of adrenaline, I shoved her away and screamed, "I don't need to recover! I'm not sick!

I just want a divorce!" My parents watched my outburst in sheer terror, fearing I had completely lost my mind.

They quickly stepped in front of Chloe, protecting her pregnant belly, and looked at me with deep pity and sorrow. "Ethan, we are your parents. We would never hurt you.

Why didn't you tell us you were struggling with mental illness?" "Chloe already found a toptier private sanitarium for you. They specialize in treating severe breakdowns.

Just go with them, okay? Chloe will keep the company safe while you get better." I struggled to my feet, grabbing my parents' arms, trying to shake some sense into them. "Dad, Mom!

I am not sick! Don't listen to her lies! She is the psychopath here!" My words made Chloe burst into fresh tears. Her victim act made my blood boil.

My parents held me tight, terrified that I might physically attack her. Within minutes, an ambulance pulled up, and several men in white coats stepped out.

The leading doctor looked strikingly familiar. He spoke to my parents in a reassuring, professional tone, promising them they would take good care of me.

I caught a glimpse of my watch, then quickly pulled out my phone to dial a number.

But the leading doctor snatched my phone and slammed it onto the concrete, shattering it into pieces. "Patients in this state should not have access to electronic devices.

It only triggers their manic episodes." I couldn't let them take me. I turned to bolt. But the doctor seemed to predict my move.

He lunged forward and plunged a syringe deep into my neck. My muscles instantly locked up. My body went completely rigid, though my mind remained painfully awake.

The men offered a few more comforting words to my parents before lifting me onto a gurney and sliding me into the back of the ambulance.

As the vehicle drove off, my parents followed closely behind in their own car. When the ambulance finally stopped, I rolled my eyes toward the window. Fear gripped my chest.

They dragged me out, trying to force me through the rusty gates of a secluded, private facility. Suddenly, the numbing effect of the sedative began to fade.

With a desperate surge of adrenaline, I grabbed the iron bars of the gate, refusing to let go.

Chloe, clutching her bandaged stomach, looked at me with tearful agony. "Ethan, we're doing this for your own good. Just get the treatment you need.

Once you're cured, I'll agree to whatever you want." I finally locked eyes with her. Deep in her pupils, I saw a fleeting smirk of triumph.

I screamed at the top of my lungs, "I'll say this one last time! You have no right to lock me up here! Sign the goddamn papers!" My parents walked over, gently pulling Chloe back.

They took turns hugging my rigid body, as if saying a final goodbye. I was furious at their blindness, and utterly terrified of what lay beyond those gates.

The orderlylooking men pulled at me with brutal force, but my fingers remained locked around the iron bars like claws.

The leading doctor’s eyes flashed with a cold, vicious light. "The patient is resisting too violently.

Break his fingers." My parents gasped and tried to step in, their hearts breaking. But Chloe quickly held them back. "Mom, Dad, doctors can easily reset broken fingers later.

If we let Ethan keep raging like this, he's going to end up giving himself a fatal stroke." My parents trusted Chloe implicitly. Hearing her words, they slowly backed away.

Taking advantage of my helplessness, the orderlies grabbed my fingers and began twisting them back, snapping them one by one.

My bloodcurdling screams echoed through the quiet street. Suddenly, the screech of tires tore through the air.

Several black SUVs slammed to a halt right in front of the gate, and a sharp, elegant woman stepped out. "Step away from Ethan! This is assault!"