Part 3Reborn as His Aunt: This Life, He's My Nephew.

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Sienna’s friends were silent. They tactfully chose to ignore it, but I knew they were probably congratulating Sienna on escaping her miserable marriage.

Then my phone started ringing off the hook. My parents, Sienna’s parents – everyone was calling to ask what was going on.

Sienna herself frantically dialed my number, but I didn't pick up. I just sent a quick text to my parents: "Coming home tonight. We'll talk then."

I quickly packed my bags. As I was heading out, Sienna drove up, just returning.

Furious, she got out of the car and stormed towards me, demanding loudly:

"Ethan Cole, how could you divorce me over such a small thing and plaster it all over the internet!"

"Do you have any idea how my parents called me, asking what happened, why I aborted the baby! Have you ever respected me at all?!"

Her barrage of accusations nauseated me, but arguing was pointless now.

Ignoring her anger, I picked up my suitcase and walked down the steps towards the gate.

She suddenly lunged forward, blocking my path. "Does it have to be this way?" she pleaded frantically. "I told you I'd cut ties with him after the baby's born! I've already bent over backward for you, what more do you want?"

Her selfish words echoed in my ears, pushing me past my limit. I swung my hand back and slapped her hard across the face.

"Sienna, you ask if I've respected you? Have you ever respected me? You aborted our child to carry one for Ryan."

"I am your legal husband, the father of that child, yet I had no right to know. Did you respect me then?"

"Don't let me stand in the way of your true love. Ashley's right, you should follow your heart."

"A petty man like me isn't right for you. Go find someone who can tolerate everything about you."

"I've already emailed you the electronic version of the divorce papers. Remember to sign."

With that, I stepped around her, pushed open the gate, and walked away.

She yelled desperately after me, "You'll regret leaving!"

How could I regret it? This whole ordeal had finally woken me up. Leaving her would only make my life better.

Back at my parents' house, they anxiously asked about the divorce the moment they saw me.

My mom's eyes were red; she had clearly been crying.

I told them everything – about Sienna aborting our child and then carrying one for Ryan.

My mom pulled me into a hug, her voice thick with sympathy.

"I told you from the start she wasn't reliable."

My dad, after a moment of silence, said firmly, "Divorcing her is the right thing to do."

Truthfully, my parents had always had reservations about Sienna, feeling she wasn't genuine with me.

But I hadn't listened back then. I'd chased her for five or six years, and finally getting together felt like a victory. I thought time would prove everything.

Turns out, I was wrong.

The marriage finally ended. It took me nearly ten years to understand that forced happiness isn't sweet.

After waiting a long time, Sienna still wouldn't sign the divorce papers.

Only when I threatened legal action did she finally respond, saying she would meet me and make Ashley and the others apologize.

Her text message radiated exhaustion:

"I'll come pick you up with Ryan tomorrow. I'll make Ashley and the others apologize to you. Can you please stop making things difficult for me? It's so hard. Both you and Ryan put me in such an awkward position."

"I apologize to you. You know I'm someone who keeps my promises. I promised Ryan I'd help him, I can't just abort the baby now."

"He also told me that once the baby is born, he won't bother us anymore. It's just that during this time, he kept saying he wanted to accompany me to the prenatal checkups. After all, I am doing him a big favor."

"Actually, his wife was supposed to go with me, but she's not around lately. So, Ethan, please try to understand."