The 10-Million Dollars Divorce: My Missing Wife, Her Hidden Pregnancy, and My Regret의 모든 챕터: 챕터 71 - 챕터 80

Ethan’s POV“Since Linda became vice president, we’ve had a wave of resignations,” I said quietly. “The numbers are especially high among female employees and younger mid-level staff. And it’s not random. The departments she’s directly involved with are bleeding people. Some of the employees you personally trained—good people—left after you were reassigned.”The anxiety in my voice was impossible to hide. Along with it came a deep sense of guilt.“I see…” Steven said. I could hear the tension sharpen in his tone. “That’s troubling.”“There are rumors going around internally. Things that border on harassment. But hearsay from third parties isn’t enough. Right now, it’s all circumstantial. I can’t get anything conclusive. Ideally, I want to speak directly with former employees, or find concrete reasons or evidence that point to Linda’s misconduct.”Steven listened without interrupting.“All right,” he said at last. “Send me the list of employees who resigned. I’ll look into it.”R

Ethan’s POVOne night, my father spoke to me sharply about the company’s management. He criticized the recent decline in performance and the rising employee turnover—problems that had become especially noticeable since Linda took over as vice president.Before I could respond, Linda spoke up from his side, her tone gentle, almost sympathetic. It sounded as though she were defending me.“Father, Ethan may simply be exhausted,” she said softly. “He hasn’t looked well lately. Perhaps it would be better not to push him too hard. I’ll do my best as vice president. I’ll make sure the company continues to run smoothly even if Ethan needs to step back. I can optimize daily operations and stabilize the management environment.”She was shielding me in name only.In reality, she was undermining me in front of my father while elevating herself. Every word sounded like concern, yet carried a clear message: my authority as CEO was something she was ready to take over.“It’s reassuring to have

Ethan’s POVAt breakfast, in the living room, Linda focused all her attention on my parents. She listened intently to every word they said, always eager to please. When I tried to speak to her, she either replied half-heartedly or, at times, ignored me outright.“I found some new tea leaves I think you’d enjoy, Father.”“Mother, you looked tired lately, so I bought an aromatherapy blend that’s supposed to help you relax.”Her words were always directed at them.My parents’ approval of her skyrocketed. And whenever I tried to draw closer to my father or mother, Linda would step in seamlessly, cutting me off and pushing me aside. Before I realized it, I felt as though I no longer had a place in my own home.Our marriage had been cold from the very beginning.Linda became vice president of my company and moved into the Harrison family estate, carrying herself as if it had always belonged to her—as if everything she had gained was only natural. In front of my parents, she wore the ma

Ethan’s POVTwo years had passed since I filed for divorce. Linda’s transformation had come to dominate my daily life, and the more clearly I saw the cruelty behind her polished exterior, the more regret churned inside me.After Hannah left the Harrison family, I believed Linda’s words and remarried her. But once we were married, it was as if she had achieved her goal and no longer had any use for me. She showed no interest in me at all. Her attention was always fixed on my parents, especially my father.My father, in turn, valued her devotion highly. Ever since it came to light that I had concealed Hannah’s disappearance, a cold rift had formed between him and me, one that never fully healed.At the company, Linda pressed my father relentlessly, seeking to consolidate power as vice president. Her unreasonable demands—and the verbal abuse she hurled at employees who failed to meet them—became routine. Talented people left one after another. Although I had asked Steven to help me in

Hannah’s POVSince the children started attending a private kindergarten this spring, Max and I suddenly found ourselves with more quiet hours together during weekday afternoons.“Hannah,” Max said one day, leaning in slightly as he spoke, “while Ken and Amber are at school, how about the two of us go out for lunch sometime? I heard there’s a cozy little French restaurant nearby. Kind of a hidden gem.”The way he asked—soft, thoughtful, as if checking my reaction—made my chest warm. His steady consideration was slowly helping me step out of the shell I had built around myself.“Really? I’d love that.”The excitement slipped out before I could stop it. I had spent so long putting myself last, consumed entirely by motherhood. Thanks to Max, I was slowly rediscovering myself—not just as a mother, but as a woman.“I’m glad,” he said with a smile. “Then it’s a date next week. I’m looking forward to it.”I smiled back. Max watched my expression, then gently took my hand and kissed it.