All Chapters of The 10-Million Dollars Divorce: My Missing Wife, Her Hidden Pregnancy, and My Regret: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Ethan’s POV“Why were you so cold to her? Hannah finally reached out, and that’s how you responded?”Right after I hung up on Hannah, I told everything to Steven, my best friend and business partner. His exasperated voice came through instantly.“I—I didn’t mean to. It just… caught me off guard.”I slumped deeper into the leather chair, sulking like a kid. The more I replayed the call, the more my chest tightened with regret. I’d let Linda’s words cloud my judgment, and instead of trusting Hannah, I doubted her. And when she finally contacted me after all this time, I panicked and couldn’t say anything honest. The frustration of that—of my own cowardice—twisted like a knot inside me.“And the divorce papers? Seriously? You never turned them in. If Linda finds out, it’s going to explode.”Steven wasn’t wrong. I had already told everyone the divorce was finalized. If the truth came out now, it would turn into a massive scandal. As the CEO of Harrison Group, even my position could t

The heavy air in the CEO’s office said everything about Ethan’s turmoil. The call from Hannah, his emotional reaction—he had spilled it all, and Steven listened quietly before speaking.“So… what do you actually want, Ethan?”Ethan lifted his head. His thoughts, chaotic moments ago, slowly began falling into place.“I just… want the truth. I want to know if the children Hannah gave birth to are really mine. I need to know whether it’s Hannah or Linda who’s telling the truth.”“Then the answer’s simple,” Steven said. “Get a DNA test. It’s the most reliable way to settle this. Better than torturing yourself over guesses.”The words hit him like lightning. Shame crept in as he realized how deeply he’d let Linda’s accusations control him.“…A DNA test. Of course. Why didn’t I think of that from the start? But… why didn’t Hannah bring it up? She’s not stupid. If she wanted to prove it, she could’ve asked for a test herself.”The thought flickered, but Ethan didn’t pursue it. Steven’s

Linda’s POVWhen I arrived at Ethan’s company, he did something unusual. He asked me to come straight to the executive office.Inside, Ethan and Steven were seated on the sofa, the atmosphere so heavy it felt suffocating.“I spoke with Hannah,” Ethan said. “She gave birth. She insists the children are mine.”“That’s obviously a lie! Ethan, you’re not seriously believing my sister, are you?”“That’s not it. I just want the truth. I’m planning to request a DNA test.”The moment the words left his mouth, I froze.A DNA test…?“When I mentioned it, Hannah brought up your name,” Ethan continued. “Did she say anything to you?”“I don’t know anything about that. Why would she mention me…?”Steven sat silently the entire time, listening without interrupting. His expression made my skin crawl, it felt like he was weighing every word, trying to see through me.As soon as the conversation ended, I left the office. I tried to look calm, but inside, panic clawed at me.Ethan is asking f

Ethan’s POV“Ethan… were you and Linda really together in the past?”Steven’s sudden question threw me off. I hadn’t expected him to bring up my past with Linda at a moment like this.“Yeah.”My voice came out quiet as the memories of high school surfaced, clearer than I expected.Back then, Linda wasn’t quite the woman she is now. She was still beautiful, but softer somehow more reserved, always smiling kindly at everyone. And me? I was already being groomed as the next CEO of the Harrison Group. People treated me differently, and most girls who approached me only cared about my family name.But every so often, I would find something in my locker. Homemade cookies, my favorite sports magazine clippings, little things that showed someone had paid close attention to what I liked. There was never a name attached, never a clue who they came from. That quiet thoughtfulness pulled me in before I even realized it.Then one day, near the end of senior year, I happened to catch Linda sl

Ethan’s POVTwo weeks after the test, Steven and I waited in my office for the DNA results.As the scheduled delivery time approached, a tight, indescribable tension coiled in my chest. I wanted the truth but I was terrified of it, too. Steven sat silently beside me, enduring the same suffocating air.Right on time, a representative from the testing center arrived, carrying a sealed envelope with strict chain-of-custody markings. My hands trembled as I accepted it. Slowly, I tore it open. My eyes locked onto the single sheet inside.“…What is this?”The color drained from my face. Steven noticed instantly and leaned over to look at the report.The words printed there were brutally blunt.“No biological parent-child relationship is detected between Subject A (Ethan Harrison) and Subject B (Ken) or Subject C (Amber).”The report slipped from my grasp and fell to the floor without a sound. My vision blurred, my mind empty as if something had been ripped straight out of me.“No… n