“You can leave whenever you want, Anastasia. You were never my choice to begin with.”
The words hit harder than the slamming of the bedroom door. Anastasia Bennett stood in the marble hallway of the Morgan estate, staring at Ethan Morgan—her husband only because his dying father had begged for it. She had agreed out of respect for the man who treated her like a daughter. Ethan had agreed out of duty. But once the funeral was over, duty disappeared.
And so did Ethan.
Late nights. Expensive clubs. Reckless spending. Tabloids flashing his name. The final blow came when he brought his mistress—Paige, a smirking twenty-something model—into the mansion as if Anastasia were a piece of forgotten furniture.
At first, Anastasia endured it quietly. She slept in the guest room, ate alone, and kept the house together the way Ethan’s father would have wanted. But humiliation has a breaking point.
One rainy afternoon, while Ethan and Paige lounged in the living room laughing about a “wife who doesn’t even fight back,” Anastasia walked past them without a word. She entered the study, dialed a number, and simply said:
“Mr. Thompson… I’m ready.”
Mr. Gregory Thompson, the family attorney of 30 years, arrived two days later. Ethan didn’t bother hiding his smirk when he saw him.
“So the princess finally wants out?” Ethan said, arms crossed. “Good. Let’s make this fast.”
Mr. Thompson remained stern. “Mrs. Anastasia Morgan seeks an immediate divorce. She will not pursue alimony, assets, or property.”
Paige giggled. Ethan leaned back triumphantly.
“Perfect. Sign whatever she wants. I’m done with this arrangement.”
But Mr. Thompson did not smile.
He cleared his throat and adjusted his glasses.
“There is… another matter,” he said. “Something I’ve tried to remind you about for months.”
Ethan frowned. “What matter?”
“A clause in your father’s will,” Mr. Thompson said. “Your inheritance—assets, properties, business shares—remain legally inaccessible if your marriage to Anastasia ends.”
The room froze.
Paige’s smile flickered. Ethan paled.
Mr. Thompson continued, voice sharper now:
“Without your wife, Ethan, you inherit nothing. Not a penny. Not a title. Not the company you’ve been recklessly draining.”
Ethan’s world tilted.
Anastasia quietly looked out the window, her expression unreadable.
Mr. Thompson then placed a sealed envelope on the table.
“And your father left a message… specifically for this moment.”
Ethan’s breath caught.
What did his father know about Anastasia—
and why had he tied Ethan’s entire future to her?..
“You were never my choice”—The Moment Ethan Threw His Marriage Away, Only to Learn His Entire Fortune Depends on the Woman He Discarded….
Ethan stared at the sealed envelope as if it were a detonator. Paige shifted uncomfortably beside him, her arms crossed but her confidence unraveling.
“This is absurd,” Ethan snapped. “My father wouldn’t do something like this.”
Mr. Thompson folded his hands calmly. “Your father was a strategic man. You know that better than anyone.”
Anastasia remained silent, hands resting gently on her lap. She looked drained, but composed—almost distant, as if she had rehearsed letting go of this life long before Ethan realized what he was losing.
Mr. Thompson slid the envelope closer to Ethan.
“Your father instructed that this letter be opened only if you attempted to divorce Anastasia within the first three years of marriage.”
Ethan hesitated. Paige pushed him. “Open it. It’s probably nothing.”
With shaky fingers, Ethan broke the seal.
The handwriting was unmistakably his father’s—stern, elegant, familiar.
Ethan,
If you are reading this, it means you have failed the first test of leadership—loyalty.
You want the empire I built? Then you must learn to value the people who keep it standing.
Anastasia is one of them.
She is the only person I’ve trusted with both my life and yours.
If she leaves, the empire leaves with her.
—Dad
Ethan’s chest tightened. “This… this can’t be real.”
“It is,” Mr. Thompson replied. “And there’s more.”
He opened a leather folder.
“Anastasia is listed as the interim controller of all Morgan assets until your marriage surpasses three years. Only then do you gain full access. If she leaves before then, everything transfers permanently to her.”
Paige stepped back. “Wait—she gets everything?”
“Correct,” the lawyer said.
Ethan’s head spun. “Dad trusted her more than me? Why? She’s just—”
“Careful,” Anastasia said quietly, her gaze sharp for the first time in years.
Ethan stopped.
Mr. Thompson answered for her. “Because while you were partying through your twenties, Anastasia was helping your father rebuild the company after your mother passed away. She managed contracts, negotiated deals, even protected assets from hostile investors.”
Ethan blinked. “She… did all that?”
“You never asked,” Anastasia replied, voice steady. “You didn’t care to.”
Paige suddenly grabbed her purse. “I’m not staying for this.” She shot Ethan one disgusted look. “You’re broke without her. Call me when you’re actually worth something.”
She stormed out.
The door slammed.
Silence swallowed the room.
Ethan turned to Anastasia, desperation bleeding through his arrogance.
“Don’t divorce me. Please. We can work something out—I’ll change.”
Anastasia looked at him with a calm, heartbreaking clarity.
“I don’t want your money, Ethan. I want my dignity back. The divorce stands.”
Ethan’s face fell apart.
Mr. Thompson closed his folder.
“Ethan, your father believed you could grow into a decent man. This… is your last chance.”
Ethan swallowed hard.
“Anastasia,” he whispered, “is there anything I can do to fix this?”
She paused—long enough for hope to flicker.
But then she simply said:
“That depends on what kind of man you decide to become next.”
And for the first time in his life, Ethan realized he might lose more than money—
he might lose the only person who ever truly believed in him
The days that followed were painfully quiet.
Anastasia moved into a temporary apartment downtown while the divorce paperwork progressed. Ethan remained in the mansion—alone for the first time, surrounded not by luxury, but by reminders of everything he had taken for granted.
His father’s letter replayed in his head every night.
Loyalty. Leadership. Integrity.
Three words he had never truly embodied.
Instead of drowning himself in clubs and scandals, Ethan began showing up at Morgan Industries every morning, asking Mr. Thompson and the board what he could do to repair his standing.
Most were skeptical.
Some were dismissive.
A few were openly hostile.
But Ethan didn’t run this time.
He listened. He asked questions. He stayed late. He signed up for leadership coaching. He
even reached out to employees who had been hurt by decisions he made over the years.
Slowly, the arrogant playboy began to fade.
And a man his father might have been proud of started to emerge.
Still, the person he most wanted to speak to—Anastasia—remained distant.
One evening, after finishing a long meeting, Ethan stood outside her apartment building.
He didn’t call her down. He didn’t ask for forgiveness. He simply left a small box with a note:
You once kept my father’s world standing.
I’m trying to learn how to stand on my own now.
—Ethan
Inside the box was the wedding ring he never wore.
Anastasia read the note three times.
For the first time since leaving the mansion, she felt something unfamiliar twisting inside her—hope, fragile and hesitant.
Weeks passed.
One afternoon, Mr. Thompson arranged a final meeting to finalize the divorce. Anastasia entered the room expecting closure.
Instead, she found Ethan standing beside a stack of documents.
He looked different. Grounded. Sincere.
“Before we sign anything,” Ethan began softly, “there’s something I need to say.”
Anastasia sat. Her heartbeat quickened—not out of fear this time, but curiosity.
Ethan continued:
“I treated you like someone my father forced into my life… when really, you were the only person he trusted. And I never bothered to see why.”
He took a breath.
“I’m not asking you to stay married to me. I’m asking you to see the man I’m trying to become.”
Anastasia studied him. “Why now?”
“Because losing everything showed me what mattered. And it wasn’t the money. It was the chance to be someone worthy of respect… someone worthy of you.”
Silence stretched. Then—
Mr. Thompson smiled faintly.
“Anastasia,” he said, “your father-in-law anticipated this possibility as well.”
He handed her a second sealed letter addressed in Ethan’s father’s handwriting—not to Ethan, but to her.
With trembling hands, she opened it.
My dear Anastasia,
If you are reading this, it means you stood firm when my son did not deserve you.
I hope he grows.
I hope he learns.
And I hope one day he becomes the man you were always worthy of.
Whatever your decision, the Morgan legacy remains yours to protect or release.
—Richard Morgan
Tears blurred Anastasia’s vision.
Ethan waited—quiet, respectful, changed.
She finally spoke:
“I won’t sign the divorce today.”
Ethan’s breath hitched.
“I’m not promising anything,” she continued gently, “but… I’m willing to see who you become.”
A slow, relieved smile spread across Ethan’s face.
It wasn’t reconciliation yet.
But it was a beginning.
A real one.
And for the first time since Richard Morgan’s death, Ethan felt something he had never
truly known:
A future he actually wanted to build—
with a woman he finally understood
was never a burden,
but the greatest gift his father ever left him.
