She Divorced Me to Marry My Brother, Now My Billionaire Wife Makes Her Beg

After my sisterinlaw, Sarah, tragically passed away, my wife of five years, Chloe, threatened to end her own life if I didn't divorce her.

She did it all so she could marry my older brother, Julian, and take Sarah's place. This time, I didn't stop her. I simply nodded and let her go.

In my past life, I had fought tooth and nail to prevent this madness. I made a massive scene in front of our families and friends, forcing her to abandon the idea.

But that choice led to a spiral of tragedy. Julian ended up drowning in a river after a night of heavy drinking, and his daughter, Lily, was assaulted by local thugs.

Chloe blamed me for all of it. On our tenth anniversary, she pushed me off a cliff in the deep mountains. This time, I chose to walk away.

I wanted to pursue the aviation dream I had once abandoned. Six years passed in the blink of an eye. Then, an emergency landing brought us facetoface at a disaster rescue site.

She was holding Lily’s hand. Seeing me dressed in simple, wornout clothes, she scoffed. "I’ve finally found the love of my life, Ethan.

Stop trying to ruin our happiness!" I didn't even look at her. I walked right past her, rushing toward a sobbing little girl nearby. But Chloe suddenly panicked.

She ran after me, grabbing my sleeve, her voice trembling. "Who is she?

Ethan, didn't you promise to love me forever?" I never expected to run into Chloe Miller under these circumstances.

Our flight had just made an emergency landing due to severe turbulence. In the chaotic, surging crowd, I got separated from my daughter.

When I turned around to look for her, I saw Chloe. She had apparently chartered a car and rushed to the scene.

The noisy airport lobby grew even louder, and people began whispering as they looked at her. "Her husband was on that flight!

The moment she heard about the accident, she rushed here with her kid. Now that's true love!" "Wait, she looks familiar. Isn't she that famous news anchor, Chloe Miller?

Since when is she married? I never saw anything on Snapchat." Just then, Chloe took Lily’s hand and ran toward the opposite crowd, throwing herself straight into Julian’s arms.

She scanned him from head to toe, her face pale with worry. "Thank God you're okay.

You scared me to death, Julian." Watching them, a memory from my past life flashed across my mind.

Once, Chloe had made me drive across town in the middle of the night to pick her up from overtime work, only for her to hop into a male coworker’s car instead.

Later, when I got into a car accident on my way back and called her from the emergency room, she brushed me off. She said she was too tired and needed to sleep.

She didn’t bother showing up at the hospital until the following evening. During our five years of marriage, she was always "too busy with work." Now I finally understood.

She wasn’t busy. She just didn’t care about me. I looked down, letting out a selfdeprecating laugh.

I turned to search for my daughter, Maya, but accidentally bumped into an elderly man behind me.

He instantly collapsed to the ground, grabbing my leg and yelling that I was trying to run away after hitting him. In seconds, we became the center of attention.

I frowned, feeling a headache coming on. Just as I was about to explain, Chloe’s voice cut through the noise. "Ethan Vance? What are you doing here?" My legs froze.

For a second, I didn't know how to face them. Julian was the first to speak, a fake, polite smile plastered on his face. "Ethan? It really is you.

Where on earth have you been all these years?" When I didn't answer, his eyes darted between Chloe and me. He asked in a testing tone, "Don't tell me you've been keeping tabs on us?

Did you rush here the moment you heard about the plane trouble, hoping to find Chloe?" Hearing this, Chloe’s face instantly turned cold.

She couldn't wait to draw a line between us. "Ethan, we agreed when we signed the divorce papers—we were never to see each other again.

Are you here to mock Julian?" "Look at yourself. You look like a total mess.

How do you even have the nerve to show up in front of me?" Ever since the plane landed, I had been frantic to find my daughter.

My clothes were wrinkled, and my collar was halfunbuttoned. I did look a bit disheveled. The bystanders began to gossip.

Some even loudly advised me to stop chasing after a married woman. "Move on, buddy. She’s already got a family.

Don't be a homewrecker." I took a deep breath, meeting Chloe’s impatient gaze, and spoke calmly. "I was on this flight.

It’s a coincidence." But Chloe clearly didn't buy it. "A coincidence? Of all the flights in the world?

Julian just happens to return to the country, and you happen to be on the same flight?

If you're looking for an excuse to see me, at least make it believable." She walked right up to me, looking down her nose. "I get it. You can't let go of our fiveyear marriage.

You only agreed to the divorce back then to save your pride. But Ethan, I have a new family now.

Stop stalking me, okay?" Seeing my silence, Julian patted my shoulder with an air of superiority. "Ethan, I know you hold a grudge against me. You think I stole your wife.

But if I hadn't been working overseas back then, Chloe would have married me in the first place.

I just reclaimed my own happiness." "If we're talking about who came between whom, you were the one who took her from me first." Chloe nodded in agreement, leaning into Julian’s chest as she stared at me. "Fine.

Name your price. How much money will it take for you to stay away from my family?"

Looking at Chloe’s arrogant face, I almost laughed out loud. Did Julian’s socalled "success" not come from the estate Sarah left behind?

He had taken control of his late wife’s entire fortune while loudly claiming he was just pursuing his "lost true love." Did he not find himself pathetic?

I ignored them both and turned to leave, but Chloe grabbed my arm again. Her voice was sharp with annoyance. "Stop playing hard to get. If you want to extort us, just say it.

I want to see just how shameless you can be." But as she spoke, her eyes fell on the brandnew wedding band on my ring finger. Her face paled instantly.

She grabbed my hand. "This isn't our wedding ring.

Why are you wearing a ring?" I yanked my hand back, my voice freezing cold. "That is none of your business." Years ago, I had personally designed a wedding ring for Chloe.

She had mocked it for looking cheap and outdated, and she never wore it once. Yet, I had worn mine every single day of our fiveyear marriage.

The moment we walked out of the court with our divorce finalized, I threw that ring into the trash.

The ring I was wearing now was placed on my finger by the woman who truly loved me. Julian glanced at my hand and let out a mocking laugh. "Drop the act, Ethan.

If we weren't related, I wouldn't even waste my breath on someone like you.

Since he wants to play the proud victim, Chloe, let’s just leave him." He was practically radiating arrogance.

It was as if he had completely forgotten how his family went bankrupt years ago. It was my parents who took him in and paid for his college tuition.

But instead of studying, he hung out with local gangs and secretly hooked up with Chloe, who was my childhood sweetheart.

Later, he only married Sarah because he had gotten her pregnant.

Back then, Chloe and Julian weren't officially together, and I was so focused on my studies that I didn't notice any of the red flags.

I still remembered the night Julian married Sarah. Chloe had stood beneath my apartment building in the freezing rain.

Worried she’d catch a cold, I rushed down with a jacket to wrap around her.

She had stood on her tiptoes, kissed me, and said with tears in her eyes, "Ethan, I’ve always known how much you love me. I want to be with you.

Will you be my boyfriend?" When we went to college, I majored in aviation, and she became my classmate. We were the golden couple in everyone's eyes.

For her eighteenth birthday, she made a wish to always be my copilot. I had been living in that beautiful dream until Julian returned with his wife and daughter.

That was when everything between Chloe and me began to rot. She started comparing everything we had to Julian’s family.

She said Sarah had a fivecarat diamond ring, so she demanded one too. I spent all my savings to buy her one, but she never wore it.

She said Sarah's outdoor garden wedding was beautiful, so she made me change our venue from a luxury hotel to an outdoor lawn last minute. I thought she was just insecure.

But the moment Sarah died in that accident, Chloe couldn't wait to hand me the divorce papers. I remembered it was her birthday.

I had cooked a table full of her favorite dishes and bought a beautiful gift. But all she brought home was a divorce petition. "Ethan, Julian is so lonely and miserable.

How is a single man supposed to raise a little girl? You'll understand me, right?" "Julian’s life has been so hard.

He deserves to be happy." She just wanted a noble excuse to abandon me. That was the moment I realized I was nothing but her second choice—a safety net.

So, in this life, I chose to let go. I wanted to live my own life. But fate loved to play jokes. Seeing my silence, Julian’s smirk grew wider.

He turned to the crowd, trying to spin the narrative. "Tell you what, Ethan.

Since you're my brother, if you get down on your knees, apologize, and promise never to bother Chloe again, I can use my connections to find you a job." "At least you won't have to live like a beggar." The crowd, thoroughly manipulated by his words, began pointing fingers at me, calling me a pathetic loser who couldn't let go of his rich exwife.

Several people even pulled out their phones to record, threatening to post it on TikTok. But my face remained completely calm. "No, thanks." "I work for the airline.

Being here today is purely workrelated." Hearing this, Chloe's face shifted.

She blurted out, "But your hand... how can you still—" She stopped herself, then let out a cold laugh. "Ethan, you really are a pathological liar.

Your right hand was severely injured in that car accident years ago. The doctor said you'd never fly a plane again. Why are you still lying just to save face?"

I found her words incredibly ironic. So she actually remembered my right hand was ruined in a car crash. But did she forget why?

If she hadn't started a screaming match while I was driving and grabbed the steering wheel, our car would have never crashed into that truck.

I had instinctively shielded her with my body, which caused the nerve damage in my right hand, forcing me to give up my dream.

But she didn't know that after our divorce, I immediately went abroad for advanced physical therapy. After years of intense rehab, my right hand had fully recovered.

But she didn't need to know that. I pulled out my pilot license and flashed it in front of her. "See for yourself if I'm lying." "Chloe, we've been divorced for six years.

I forgot about you a long time ago. I have absolutely no reason to crawl back to you." Chloe snatched the license from my hand.

Without even looking at it, she tore it to shreds. "You really went all out, didn't you?

Did you pay someone to make a fake license just to impress me?" "But Ethan, open your eyes and look. I am with Julian now. We are a happy family.

Stop stalking me!" She threw the torn pieces right into my face, her eyes filled with disgust. I stared at her, genuinely shocked. "Are you out of your mind?

Destroying a pilot's credentials is a federal offense!" Julian laughed as if I had just said something hilarious. "A fake piece of paper? Who cares if she tore it?

I can pay you for it." He pulled two hundreddollar bills from his wallet and slapped them against my chest. "Here.

This should be enough to buy you a whole box of fake licenses." I didn't want to have anything to do with them, but I wasn't going to let them humiliate me in public.

I clenched my fists, about to speak, when a loud commotion erupted from the crowd behind us. "Move! Let her through!

The heiress of the Sterling Group is here!" "You mean Isabella Sterling? The one who owns luxury estates all over the country and has a fleet of private jets?

Why is she here?" Amidst the whispers, the chief flight attendant rushed over with a group of security guards. "Ms. Sterling’s daughter was on this flight.

Has anyone seen a sixyearold girl in a pink dress?" The crowd immediately began looking around. This was the granddaughter of the richest family in the country.

If anyone found her, the reward money would probably secure their life forever. I scanned the lobby frantically, my heart clenching with anxiety.

Julian noticed my expression and scoffed loudly. "Look at you. Still claiming you don't care about money?

The second you hear a billionaire's daughter is missing, you're desperate to find her. You really are a greedy leech, aren't you?" I ignored his insults.

My eyes locked onto a small figure hiding behind a row of seats not far away. I sprinted over. "What did I tell you about running off?

Are you trying to get yourself kidnapped?" A little girl in a pink princess dress pouted angrily. When she saw me, she took a step back, refusing to let me touch her.

I sighed, kneeling down, and softened my voice. "Okay, my little princess, I'm sorry. Come here. I'll take you to Mommy." But before I could touch her, Julian shoved my hand away.

He stepped in front of the girl. "Ethan, you're disgusting. You want the reward so badly that you're trying to kidnap a child?" Chloe chimed in, nodding. "Get lost, Ethan. When Ms.

Sterling gets here, I'm going to tell her you were trying to hurt her daughter. The Sterlings will ruin you!" Julian began shouting for security to drag me away. I stood up slowly.

Looking at my daughter, who was now being held by Julian, I said in a flat, stern voice: "Maya Vance.

If you don't behave right now, you can forget about your piano lessons and stay home for the entire summer break." The moment the words left my mouth, Maya wriggled out of Julian’s grip and ran straight into my arms, hugging my leg tightly. "I'm sorry, Daddy.

I won't run away again."