The Divorced Billionaire Heiress

"Bang!"

The bedroom door was violently flung open, and Ethan Hunt, his expression filled with loathing, dragged the woman from the bed. Iris Chen, half-asleep, looked at her husband who hadnt been home for half a month with a dazed expression.

"Ethan..." she began, only to be harshly interrupted by Ethan.

"Iris, how can your heart be so cruel!" He hurled the documents in his hand at Iriss face.

Iris winced in pain, and as she looked down, the corner of the document revealed the words "Certificate of Death," which made her freeze in shock.

"What is this?" she asked in surprise.

"Still pretending?" Ethans eyes were filled with a sinister aura that sent a chill down Iriss spine.

A layer of fine sweat appeared on Iriss back, and her expression showed a hint of helplessness: "What exactly happened?"

Before she could say anything more, Ethan dragged her downstairs.

Iris stumbled all the way to the living room, bumping into Aunt Zhang, who was preparing to bring her medicine.

Aunt Zhang, seeing the two tugging at each other, exclaimed in alarm: "Sir, madam is pregnant, so late at night you want to..."

But before she could finish, the butler glared at her with a warning look.

Aunt Zhang was taken aback and immediately fell silent.

She almost forgot, Ethan was the only master of the house and the president of the Hunt Corporation, a man no one in North City dared to offend...

Iris was roughly thrown into the car by Ethan, the merciless action causing a dull pain in her lower abdomen.

"Ethan, where are you taking me..." she asked cautiously, her hand trembling on her stomach.

"Where? Iris, I never knew you were such a good actress!" Ethans face was filled with disgust, and his voice was icy cold.

He locked the car door and sped towards the hospital.

At the door of the morgue.

Iris, tense all over, looked at Ethans frosty, handsome face, feeling a tightness in her chest.

"Ethan, why did you bring me here?"

"What? Iris, are you still pretending even here? Dont you know Joanne died here?"

Iriss eyes widened in shock, and her face turned pale.

"Is she... dead?" A wave of panic surged from Iriss heart.

The woman her husband cherished and loved dearly, dead?

"Yes! If you hadnt been unwilling to donate bone marrow to her, how could she have died?!" Ethan gritted his teeth, pulling her inside.

The creaky iron door groaned, and in the empty, cold hall, there was a body covered with a white sheet.

Iris trembled all over, retreating step by step: "No... Ethan, I dont want to go there..."

Her stomach churned, and her slightly bulging abdomen was extremely uncomfortable as well.

"Afraid?" Ethan grabbed Iriss arm, his voice cold and thin.

Iris nodded helplessly, tears welling up in her eyes.

"Ha— Iris, when Joanne breathed her last on the hospital bed, did you ever think she would be afraid too?"

Ethan spoke slowly, each word cutting into Iris like a blade.

"Do you think your bone marrow is valuable? You cherish that little bit of bone marrow in your body so much? Joanne is dead, are you satisfied now?!" Ethan roared in a hoarse whisper.

"No... I..."

Iriss heart ached fiercely, so much so that her pale lips turned a little purple.

Married for three years, she had always known that Joanne Rivers was the apple of Ethans eye.

When Joanne had asked for her bone marrow, she wasnt unwilling, but her heart was not well, and she couldnt donate at all.

If she donated the bone marrow, she would die of heart failure.

"Ethan, I didnt want to donate..."

"Kneel down and apologize to Joanne!" Ethans ruthless voice echoed sharply in the cold morgue.

Iris was stunned, a trace of astonishment crossing her pale cheek as she looked at the man with a stern expression.

"Ethan, Im pregnant..." Iriss tears swirled in her eyes as she gently protected her stomach and stepped back.

"This child, its better not to have!" Ethans voice was biting, filled with endless heartlessness.