My Toxic Ex-Wife Left Me to Drown, Now I’m Back for Ultimate Revenge

Ten years ago, to pay for my mother's chemotherapy, I left everything behind and took a job at a highsecurity research lab in Europe. I buried myself in my work.

Every single patent royalty, project bonus, and paycheck I earned went straight to my wife, Chloe. I did it all so she and my mother could have a better life.

Not long after I left, Chloe called me. "Babe, your mom is doing much better.

But her daily nursing and therapy costs are insanely high." Hearing that my mother was recovering, I cried tears of joy and promised Chloe immediately, "Don't worry about the money.

I’ll handle it." From then on, Chloe called me every week asking for more cash. I worked myself to the bone, taking on every extra shift possible.

In the blink of an eye, ten years passed. I finally won a tenmilliondollar breakthrough research award, and my lab granted me a longoverdue vacation.

I couldn't wait to wire the money to Chloe and booked the first flight home. But the moment I stepped off the plane, I was hit with the news of my mother's death.

When I rushed to the funeral home, I walked into the resting room only to find my wife having sex with her childhood friend, Logan. "Is this exciting?

Doing this right in front of the old hag. She probably can't even rest in peace, can she?" Logan sneered. "What, do you feel bad for her? Then leave.

Go find your nerdy scientist husband," Chloe gasped, hugging him tighter. "Oh, come on, who cares about that idiot?

He's nothing but our personal ATM." At that moment, I wanted to kill them both. I kicked the door open and stormed into the room. The two of them didn't expect me at all.

They panicked, scrambling to pull up the sheets. Chloe didn't even have time to put her clothes on. "Ethan?

Why... why are you back?" "Chloe, where is my mother?" I growled, my hands shaking with rage.

Her eyes darted around, and then she let out a cold, mocking laugh. "You saw the obituary, didn't you? She's dead." Looking at her smirk, I lost all control.

I lunged forward and choked her. "You bitch! Did I ever treat you badly? For ten years, I sent you every single penny I made! Is this how you treated my mother?!" Rage consumed me.

But Logan caught me off guard, shoving me away from behind. Chloe scrambled to hide behind him. "Are you trying to commit murder?" Logan sneered. "Ethan, if I were you, I’d behave.

We still have your mother's ashes. Don't you want them back?" My heart skipped a beat.

Logan noticed my hesitation and grinned triumphantly. "If you want your mother's ashes, sign the divorce papers and leave Chloe alone.

Otherwise, we'll dump her ashes down the sewer." "You wouldn't dare!" "Try me." Staring into Logan's smug eyes, I backed down. I couldn't let my mother's remains be desecrated.

I agreed to the divorce. But I didn't expect Chloe to be so shameless. She demanded a tenmilliondollar alimony payment. "I took care of your mother for ten years.

Even a professional nanny gets paid, right?" I took a deep breath, clenching my fists. "I gave you all my money!" "It was all spent on her medical bills.

Now, if you want her ashes back, it's ten million. Decide for yourself." Chloe looked at me with disgust, threw on her clothes, and walked out with Logan.

At the door, she paused. "Since you're back, you can pay for the funeral service." Then, they left. Looking at my empty bank account, I felt utterly helpless.

I didn't even have the money to settle the funeral home bill. I felt like an absolute failure. In the end, I had to borrow some money from my lab colleagues to pay the bill.

Then, I contacted Clara, the caregiver who used to look after my mother. That was when the horrifying truth came to light.

Apparently, the moment I left the country, Chloe had moved Logan into our house. For ten years, she hadn't taken care of my mother at all. She hadn't even paid Clara's salary.

Clara was an orphan and had grown deeply attached to my mother, which was why she kept caring for her for free.

But eventually, Chloe fired her. "Ethan, I tried to call you a while ago, but your line was always blocked.

When Chloe kicked me out, Mary's health was already in terrible shape," Clara said, tears in her eyes. Hearing this, my heart turned to ice. Chloe.

My mother and I treated you like family, and this is how you repaid us? I clenched my fists so hard my knuckles turned white. "Chloe, Logan... I will make you pay with your lives."

After thanking Clara, I called Dr. Harris, my lab director. I accepted his previous job offer to return to the headquarters and asked for an advance on my salary. Dr.

Harris was shocked when he heard my story. "Is this the wife you cherished for ten years?" It wasn't just ten years.

Before going abroad, Chloe and I had been together for three years. We were high school sweethearts who got married right after college.

I never imagined that she would be the one to kill my mother. But now, any love I had for her was completely dead.

That evening, Chloe called and ordered me to cook dinner for them. "Logan is on a strict diet.

Don't put too much seasoning in the beef..." She gave me a long list of demands but didn't mention my mother's ashes or the money.

When I asked her to wire me some money for groceries, she scoffed. "As a top scientist at a national lab, you can't even afford groceries?" I patiently explained that I was broke.

Chloe didn't believe me. "Ethan, are you stupid? Who doesn't keep some emergency cash for themselves?" Yes, I was that stupid. I trusted her 100%, and now I had nothing.

Eventually, Chloe transferred some money, but immediately after, she posted on Instagram to mock me. [My husband has been working abroad for ten years.

Now that he's back, the first thing he does is beg me for money. I seriously doubt he actually worked at all.

He even asks me for grocery money.] In her video, Chloe played the victim perfectly, looking exhausted and mistreated. The post went viral.

Thousands of netizens started attacking me in the comments, calling me a parasite and urging Chloe to divorce me.

Chloe pretended to take their advice. [Yeah, we're getting a divorce. The paperwork is being processed.

But since he didn't contribute a single dime over the years, shouldn't I sue him for alimony?] [Absolutely!] the netizens cheered. Overnight, I became the ultimate deadbeat husband.

Some internet sleuths even doxxed my research institute. Soon, our lab's social media accounts were flooded with hate comments. Dr.

Harris called me, sighing over the phone. "Ethan, can you handle this?" "Yes, I can." The only reason I was still putting up with Chloe's antics was because I hadn't found solid proof of how they killed my mother.

According to Clara, my mother's death was highly suspicious. As her son, I had to get justice. "Alright, I'll give you two weeks," Dr. Harris said.

After hanging up, I searched the house for evidence. But I found nothing. When Chloe and Logan returned and saw the table empty, Chloe flew into a rage.

She slapped me twice across the face. "Do you not want your mother's ashes anymore?!" "Ethan, you really are a piece of trash.

You don't even care about your own mother," Logan mocked. The two of them beat and kicked me. I took it all without fighting back.

Only when they were tired did Chloe order me to start cooking. Later, when I went to the bedroom to call them for dinner, I caught them having sex again.

Quietly, I pulled out my phone and recorded the entire thing.

During dinner, Logan deliberately rubbed his hands all over Chloe in front of me to make me jealous. He even ordered me to wash their dirty underwear.

That night, to humiliate me further, Chloe sent me out to buy condoms.

Seeing me stand there, Chloe sneered. "Either give me ten million right now and take the ashes, or be our servant. You have nothing left anyway.

At least I'm keeping you fed." Staring at her smug face, I forced myself to say, "I need money to buy them." "Unbelievable.

A grown man needs his wife's money to buy condoms?" She threw a twentydollar bill at me. The moment I arrived at the pharmacy, I saw Chloe had uploaded a new TikTok video.

The caption read: [My husband wanted to sleep with me, so I told him to buy condoms.

But he actually made me pay for them.] The video showed the exact clip of her throwing the cash at me. With the previous drama still fresh, I became public enemy number one.

Logan jumped into the comment section like a knight in shining armor. [I'm Chloe's close friend. I can testify that her husband is absolute trash.

He never gave her a dime and dumped his sick mother on her for ten years.] "Deadbeat" and "abusive son" became my permanent labels.

Chloe used my bad reputation to gain massive traffic, and her follower count skyrocketed.

When I pressed her for the divorce, she suddenly wasn't in a hurry anymore. "Using you for drama makes me so much money.

Why would I throw away this cash cow?" "Give me ten million, or you're stuck here," she said, holding her hand out. Of course, I didn't have that kind of money yet.

But the private investigator I hired finally came back with a breakthrough. They found security footage from the hospital when my mother was admitted.

In the video, Chloe was shoving my frail mother to the floor. "You old bag, why won't you just die?

Do you have any idea how much your medical bills are costing me?!" "If you want to live, call your son and beg for more money!

Otherwise, I'll make sure both of you end up in a coffin!" My mother begged her on her knees. Chloe then forced her to call me. I remembered that call.

On the phone, my mother had told me to take care of myself. Then she said, "Chloe is working so hard to care for me.

If you have extra money, send it to her so she can buy herself something nice." At the time, I was touched, thinking my wife and mother got along so well.

I had no idea it was all Chloe's blackmail. I saved the video. Then, I dug deeper into Logan's old social media accounts. Finally, I hit the jackpot.

I found videos of them abusing my mother—and eventually driving her to her death. The video was uploaded on Logan's burner account.

It seemed to have been recorded accidentally during a livestream or a vlog draft. It was filmed right before I returned. After Chloe fired Clara, she didn't care for my mother.

Instead, she treated my mother like a slave, forcing her to cook and clean for her and Logan. My mother had to wake up before dawn every day to do chores.

It was far worse than what they were doing to me now. They tortured me to mock me, but they tortured my mother to kill her. My mother finally couldn't take it anymore.

One day, seeing Logan kissing Chloe on the couch, my mother rushed over and slapped Chloe. "How dare you betray my son?!"

Furious, Chloe grabbed my mother by the neck and choked her. Instead of stopping her, Logan cheered her on. "Kill the old hag!

She's trying to rebel!" In the end, my mother choked to death in Chloe's hands. My breathing turned shallow and heavy as I watched the screen. My heart shattered.

Just then, Chloe and Logan walked through the front door. They saw my expression and then looked at my phone screen. "Oh, so you found out?" Chloe didn't show a hint of panic.

Instead, she looked relieved. "Then you can't blame us for what comes next." Before I could react, Logan struck me over the head, knocking me out cold.

When I woke up, I was tied up on a small yacht. Chloe and Logan were standing over me, embracing. "Ethan, let me tell you the truth. Being with you was a scam from the start.

I never loved you." "I wanted to milk you for another ten million, but since you know the truth, we can't let you live." "Go join your mother in hell." With that, Chloe opened the urn and scattered my mother's ashes into the windy sea.

My mouth was gagged. I couldn't do anything but watch her ashes disappear. I felt utterly powerless. Then, the two of them lifted me and threw me overboard.

The cold ocean water swallowed me instantly. The last thing I saw before sinking was Chloe's mocking grin. I know you can't swim. No one is coming to save you this time.

Slowly, I sank into the darkness. A month passed. Chloe used my disappearance to make even more money.

She posted: [My husband ran away to escape his massive debts.] She hired actors to claim I owed millions and even paid a woman to pretend to be my mistress.

Overnight, I became the most hated man on the internet. People even vandalized my mother's empty memorial plaque. "Old hag, it's a good thing you're dead.

If you were alive, we'd beat you to death for raising such a monster!" Faced with public pressure, my research institute had to release a statement: [Ethan Vance is no longer associated with our lab.

Due to his long absence, he has been terminated.] But Chloe didn't stop there. She demanded my back pay from the lab.

She lied to her followers, claiming I told her the lab hadn't paid me in years.

She even found the lab's local branch and started livestreaming outside their gates daily, claiming she was "demanding unpaid wages." Her livestream viewers surpassed 100,000.

Netizens volunteered to help her and Logan protest. They had become millionfollower influencers.

But today, as they showed up at the lab gates to protest as usual, they were suddenly surrounded. This time, the police were waiting.

A detective stepped forward and flashed his badge. "Chloe Vance, Logan Reynolds. You are under arrest for firstdegree murder. Come with us." Chloe froze.

But Logan reacted quickly. "Do you have proof?

You can't just arrest us without evidence!" As he spoke, an angry bystander shoved a phone in their faces. "See for yourselves, you monsters!

I can't believe we supported human trash like you!" Chloe and Logan looked at the screen. Instantly, their faces went pale. Chloe began to scream frantically, "No!

No, this is impossible! No..."