Claudia ignored Ethan's look and continued her unrelenting onslaught. Her voice became louder with each word, her rage like a tidal wave breaking over him. "Do you realize how miserable Anastasia was after you abandoned her and left? Others insulted and mocked her since her incompetent spouse abandoned her. She went to work every day, even while she was pregnant, working hard to make ends meet. She eventually became so enraged that she went into premature labor. She was petite like a kitten, and her life was in jeopardy. The Old Master took over the corporation and has yet to restore it to us! Did you know about all of this?
"You ran away as you wanted, and now you wish to return? No way! You currently have nothing to your name. What gives you the courage to stay?" Claudia's comments were like bullets, each striking Ethan with pinpoint precision. In her wrath, she pointed an accusatory finger at him and splattered spit all over him. He felt immensely uneasy, every fiber of his being recoiling from her rage.
He left to build a name for himself so that Anastasia wouldn't be mocked for having a wastrel spouse. However, he was unaware that she was already pregnant with his kid at the time, that she had undergone difficult labor, and that she had reared their daughter alone. The understanding of what she had been through in his absence was like a stab to his heart.
Anastasia covered her mouth as tears streamed down her cheeks. She was in agony just thinking about what had happened back then. However, she tightened her mouth and remained mute. She shuddered slightly as she struggled to bear it. Ethan's overwhelming sense of remorse made him feel smaller and more insignificant than ever.
He got to his knees and knelt before Anastasia's parents. The God of War, the great and revered captain of Eagle Squadron, knelt to the ground! His move stunned the entire room into stillness. "What are you doing?" Claudia was taken aback, sitting uncomfortably in her seat.
"I've let Anastasia down for all these years. I failed to fulfill my job as her husband. Therefore, it's understandable that you're dissatisfied with me," Ethan replied in a deep, serious voice. "You two meticulously raised Anastasia and allowed her to marry me. You also made significant efforts to care for Sophia. I'll remember your kindness forever. I realize it's pointless to say anything now. But I hope to do my best to make amends to you, Anastasia, and Sophia so that they do not suffer again in the future. Ethan bent forward and let his head hit the ground with a loud thump.
Bang!
The sound was loud, demonstrating the force of his action. "What are you doing?!" Anastasia yelled for him to stop, anxious and exasperated. Her heart pained seeing him injure himself. Why did he strike the ground so hard? What happens if he gets brain damage?
Ethan raised his red, swollen forehead and grinned nervously at the attractive woman squatting beside him. He looked at Anastasia longingly as if he wanted to hold her in his heart forever. When he was drugged and became intimate with her, he felt sorry for her and was taken aback by her stunning beauty. He also admired her moral character.
Her excellence caused him to develop an inferiority complex, as he felt embarrassed that he had nothing to his name. In the short years he had spent at the campground, he would think of Anastasia, and her face would arise in his thoughts anytime he was waging a problematic struggle or feeling exhausted. He would then grit his teeth and repeatedly put up with it. She was Ethan's inspiration and the person he unintentionally and profoundly fell in love with.
He determined to let her go, even if all he brought was grief and pain. Deep affection and conflicting emotions flooded his eyes, yet he merely looked at her and whispered gently, "Let's get divorced."
Anastasia glanced at him with disbelief. She then slapped him hard on the face.
Smack!
"You come back after so many years, and all you have to say is that you want a divorce? Yes, we had no affection for each other back then, so you could go for so long without difficulty. I cannot blame you. "I only blame myself for my bad luck. "But what about Sophia? Our daughter grew up without a father, and every day, the children at kindergarten refer to her as an illegitimate kid, calling her insults and claiming that her father does not want her. She comes home sobbing all the time, and I coax her by telling her that her father is a hero who is busy all day and will return shortly.
"She finally got to see you, but how about you?! Do you want a divorce? Okay, let's move ahead! Get lost! "Cram, as far as you can!" Anastasia finally shouted out in pain and struck Ethan in the chest while bawling her eyes out, as if she was trying to express all her grievances that she had been holding in for the past few years.
Ethan was quite distressed. He grabbed the weeping Anastasia into his arms, unconcerned about anything else. He had only ever shed blood, not tears, but he was now in tears. "I apologize; I didn't want to make you weep. "I am sorry." Ethan tenderly massaged Anastasia's shivering spine and vowed, "I'm not leaving. I will treat you both extremely properly from now on!"
"No!"
Despite being shocked when Ethan's head hit the ground, Anastasia's parents were relieved to hear him initiate a divorce. That is more like it. How can a do-nothing be worthy of my daughter? They never anticipated their daughter to be the one who disagreed with the divorce.
Claudia worried when she saw the two of them hugging and seemed to be reconciling, and she tried to push Anastasia away. "Are you a fool?" "Let him get lost!" Charles also pushed Ethan far away. "Get lost!" Hurry and get lost! "You are not welcome in this house!"
Ethan sighed and had no choice but to depart first. The sting of their rejection was difficult to chew, but he knew he needed to fight for his family. As he ventured out into the cold, harsh world outside, he promised himself that he would return more potent and capable than ever. He would gain their trust and love, no matter how long it took.