My Mother Killed Me For Her Stepdaughter novel Chapter 22

That day, I finally decided to see a divorce lawyer.

But halfway there, a sharp pain hit my stomach.

As the burning, gut-wrenching pain eased a little, I saw a child standing in the middle of the road.

I didn't have time to think. I swerved the wheel hard and slammed into the guardrail.

I died on the spot.

In the last moment before my consciousness faded, I heard my phone's ringtone blaring.

The screen flashed with countless missed calls.

There was also the unsent text agreeing to the divorce with my husband.

And just like that, my life came to a sudden, tragic end.

But my soul… for some reason, it stayed in this world.

I floated midair, staring blankly at my own bloodied, mangled body.

The sight of my own horrific death was unbearable.

Before I could even process what had happened, I opened my eyes again and found myself at home.

To my surprise, Ethan Carter, who rarely came home, was there.

But he wasn't alone—beside him was a young, beautiful woman.

I recognized her—Sophia Lane.

Three years ago, she was an intern at Carter Enterprises.

At some point, she became Ethan's personal assistant.

I remembered how I once stormed into his office like a lunatic, demanding he choose between me and her.

Ethan had looked at me with icy disdain and said, "Claire, this behavior is beneath you."

Her false innocence was infuriating.

As expected, Ethan's face darkened.

Sophia wisely changed the subject, shifting attention away from her words.

Unable to watch their sickening display of affection, I turned my gaze to the phone screen still lit on the nightstand.

Seeing all the missed calls from me filled me with a twisted sense of satisfaction.

After years of chasing him down, he was finally the one panicking.

But before I could enjoy the moment, Ethan's words snapped me back to reality.

"She wants to disappear? Fine. Have someone pack up all her things and throw them out.

I don't want to see them anymore."