Kicked Out After He Missed the Shot No, I'm Dumping My Cheating Star Husband!

On the night we lost the championship, the TV was still replaying the footage of Ethan Vance missing that crucial penalty kick.

I looked at Ethan, who was slumped on the couch smelling of cheap beer, and swept the aluminum cans in front of him straight into the trash.

He looked up, his eyes bloodshot and swollen. "You saw it too, didn't you? I ruined everything. That penalty..."

Seeing that I didnt offer a single word of comfort, he let out a bitter laugh. "You think I'm useless too, don't you? I practiced that shot a thousand times..."

I slid the divorce papers across the coffee table, stopping right in front of him. I looked at him calmly. "Let's get a divorce."

A flash of utter shock crossed Ethans face.

Then, he reached out, trying to grab my hand with a helpless, forced smile. "What's wrong with you? Is this a joke? You're divorcing me over one lost game?"

He squeezed out a laugh, but the panic in his eyes was impossible to hide.

"I know I let you down. I'll work harder next year. I promise we'll win the cup, okay?"

His voice trembled. He was trying to convince himself more than he was trying to convince me.

Looking into his pathetic, pleading eyes, I pulled my hand back. My voice was cold.

"It has nothing to do with the game."

The gentle facade on his face cracked, and his brows furrowed. "Not the game? Then what else could it be?"

His brow tightened further, a trace of impatience creeping into his tone. "Is it because I didn't pick you up today? Or did your friends talk trash about me behind my back again?"

"Or are you mad because I didn't spend enough time with you while preparing for the finals these past few days?"

His tone softened, as if he were coaxing a child. "Stop being dramatic, babe. I'll spend every single day with you during the off-season, okay?"

He reached out again to grab my wrist. The moment his fingers brushed my skin, I snatched my arm back and glared at him. "Don't touch me."

"I said I want a divorce. Do you not understand English?"

"It's not this, it's not that! What the hell do you want from me then?"

He finally dropped his pleading act, his voice rising with uncontrollable irritation. "You can't seriously divorce me just because I lost a match! Do you have any idea what people will say if they find out?"

I looked at him blankly. "Yes, I am divorcing you because you lost."

I stared straight into his eyes, pronouncing every word clearly. "Do you have a problem with that?"

He looked at me in disbelief. "Do you even hear yourself?"

His eyes widened, as if he were seeing a stranger. "Because of a loss? I sat here all night waiting for you to come home and comfort me, and instead, you walk through the door and throw divorce papers in my face?"

"And I already said we'd win it back next year, but you just won't listen. Now you're..."

I didn't bother to answer. I turned around and walked into the bedroom to pack my bags. Behind me, his roar echoed through the apartment: "Chloe! Do you even have a heart?!"

Refusing to give up, he rushed after me. He tried to block the door, but his elbow slammed against the doorframe, making him gasp in pain.

"Chloe, make it make sense! What did I do? Why are we divorcing?"

Through the door, his voice sounded like he was on the verge of tears. "At least give me a reason. Even if we break up, I deserve an explanation, don't I?"

I leaned against the door, closing my eyes. I didn't say a word.

After a long time, a heavy thud echoed from the other side of the door.

"I'm not signing it. Don't even think about it!"

With that, his footsteps faded away, followed by the heavy slam of the front door.

After he left, I stood alone in the empty living room, staring at the divorce agreement on the coffee table for a long time. Then, I picked up my phone and called my lawyer friend.

"Lily, help me draft a final divorce agreement. The house goes to me, and we split the savings fifty-fifty."

Ethan didnt come home that night, but I slept like a baby.

The next morning, right after I woke up, I received a call from his parents asking me to come over.

Shortly after Ethan left last night, they had called, saying we needed to talk. But when I arrived at their house, I realized Hailey, the team's personal physical therapist, was also there.

At the dining table, Helen put a piece of steak onto my plate, speaking in a probing tone. "Chloe, you know Ethan. He's been terrible at sweet-talking since he was a kid. If he did something wrong, please bear with him..."

I didn't take the food. I laid my fork down. "Helen, Richard, we are getting a divorce."

The fork in Helens hand clattered onto her plate. The smile on her face froze. "Divorce? Why on earth would you divorce? Tell me what Ethan did wrong, and I'll kick his ass for you."

I kept my head down, avoiding her eyes. "Nothing. We just drifted apart."

Ethan choked on his breath, his eyes turning red as he stared at me.

"Babe, what did I do wrong?" His voice was raspy, his eyes rimmed with red. "Just tell me, and I'll change, okay? I don't believe you don't love me anymore. We've been together for ten years. Ten years of love, and you're just throwing it away?"

Richard and Helen exchanged looks. Helen sighed, her voice softening. "Chloe, is it because Ethan was so busy with training and matches this past year that he didn't have time for you? Do you feel neglected?"

I kept my head down and remained silent.

"You know what he's like. His head is filled with nothing but soccer. Sometimes he really neglects the house," Richard chimed in with a sigh, his tone apologetic. "But he loves you. Every time he gets a bonus, the first thing he thinks of is buying you something nice. If you feel like he doesnt spend enough time with you, we'll make him take more days off to be with you, okay?"

"If you're really unhappy, we can have him talk to the club to skip some away games so he can stay home more," Helen said, reaching out to squeeze my hand, her eyes tearing up. "Is there anything you two can't just talk through? Why does it have to end in divorce?"

I gently pulled my hand back and put down my fork.

"Helen, Richard, it's not about how much time he spends at home. This divorce is happening. Please don't try to persuade me otherwise."

Ethan snapped his head up, staring at me with bloodshot eyes. "Babe..."

Richard and Helen exchanged another look, their expressions finally hardening.

"How can you be so stubborn, girl?" Helens voice began to tremble. "Maybe Ethan isn't perfect, but how has he wronged you? He hands over all his paychecks to you, he never goes out partying, and he's completely devoted to you. And you're just discarding him because of one lost game?"

Richards face went cold as well. "Do you think he's washed up? Do you think his career is over?"

I didn't answer. I stood up. "Thanks for breakfast, but I should go."

Behind me, Helen let out a stifled sob.

Hailey quickly grabbed my arm. "Chloe, let's step out onto the balcony for some fresh air. I need to talk to you." Before I could answer, she pulled me across the living room and pushed open the glass door to the balcony.

She looked at me with deep concern.

"Chloe, what's really going on? If there's something bothering you, you can tell me. I know you're not an unreasonable person. Something must have happened."

Hailey and I had a decent relationship; we were practically friends.

She was the team's official physical therapist, and she had been there since Ethan was in the youth academy.

So, when we went on trips, shopping, or to the spa, I would occasionally invite her along.

I was actually considering whether I should tell her the truth.

But then, my eyes caught a gym bag sitting open on the lounge chair in the corner of the balcony. Peeking out from the bag was a bottle of men's energy drink and a bottle of massage oil.

Noticing where my eyes were drifting, Hailey's face drained of color. She hurriedly knelt down and zipped the bag shut.

Perhaps because she was in such a rush, her clumsy movements caused something to slip out of the side pocket. A hotel notepad paper drifted onto the floor. On it was Ethans handwriting: *"Thanks for last night. Same place tomorrow."*

She scrambled to pick it up, her face flushed with panic.

"Please don't misunderstand. This is... Ethan left it at my place after his therapy session..."

"He just... asked me to bring him a cup of coffee upstairs, so he wrote a quick note..."

Looking at her panicked face, the words caught in my throat.

"I see. Let's go back inside."

She grabbed my hand.

"No, wait, you haven't told me what's wrong. Why the divorce? Is there really nothing that can be fixed?"

I threw a cold glance at her.

"Nothing. We're just done."

I slid open the balcony door and walked back into the living room. Inside, Helen was still wiping her tears, while Richard sat grimly on the couch, smoking. Ethan was on his knees on the floor, his shoulders shaking with silent sobs.

Without giving them another look, I walked straight toward the front door.

"Don't leave, babe! Please don't go!"

As if suddenly waking up, Ethan scrambled to his feet, chased me to the door, and fell to his knees again, wrapping his arms around my legs.

"Is it because I didn't care enough about you? I'll change! I promise I'll put you first in everything from now on. Just don't divorce me, please! I... I really can't live without you!"

Seeing this, Richard and Helen clutched their chests, groaning in dismay.

I looked down at Ethan kneeling at my feet. His tears were dripping onto my shoes. I pulled my leg back, stepped around him, and opened the door.

"Instead of begging me, you should take your parents to the hospital for a check-up. You might actually kill them with this pathetic show."

Ignoring their pale faces, I walked out. As I turned the corner, I could faintly hear Helens cries echoing from the apartment.

"How can she be like this? Ethan gave her his whole heart, and she's divorcing him over a soccer game?!"

Richards voice sounded deep and exhausted. "Let it go. The girl has a heart of stone. We can't change her mind."

I paused for a second, then kept walking.

As soon as I walked out of the community gate, my phone rang. It was Lily.

"The agreement is drafted. Come pick it up whenever you're free."

The other end of the line fell silent for a few seconds. "Is it really just because of the game?" Lilys voice was filled with confusion. "You guys always seemed so perfect. He never did anything to hurt you, did he?"

I held the phone tight, staying silent.

"I don't mean to gossip, but I really don't get it. You two have been good for so many years. Why the sudden divorce?"

I rubbed my temples, feeling a wave of exhaustion.

"It's nothing. Being with his family is just too draining. I want to be free."

Lily sighed, sensing my fatigue, and didn't push further.

I drove over to her office, got the divorce papers, and signed my name immediately.

By evening, I went back to the apartment to pack up my belongings. I wanted to remove all traces of my life here over the years, waiting for him to come back, sign the papers, and let me leave.

But I waited and waited. It was past 9:00 PM, and there was still no reply from him.

Frustrated, I decided to call him to get this over with.

But before I could dial, my phone rang. It was one of Ethans teammates.

The voice on the other end was frantic and drowned out by loud background noise.

"Chloe, you need to get over to the club right now! Ethan lost his mind at the season review press conference. A reporter asked about the missed penalty, and he smashed the microphone on stage. The backstage area is a total mess right now!"

I drove to the clubs media center.

In the backstage green room, a crowd was gathered.

Aside from Richard, Helen, and Hailey, there were club executives, sponsor representatives, and a bunch of Ethan's teammates.

My parents were standing right at the front. My moms eyes were red, and my dads face was thunderous. The way they looked at me made me feel like an absolute stranger.

I opened my mouth to speak, but before a word could escape, my dad grabbed my arm aggressively, shoving me back against the doorframe.

My ears buzzed from the impact.

Ethan was slumped on the couch, his tie loosened, his face flushed. He struggled to stand up.

"Robert, please, let's just talk. Don't touch her."

Seeing this, my dad's eyes welled with angry tears.

"Look at him! Look at what you've done to him! He lost his mind in front of the entire club!"

"Have you lost your damn mind?" My dads voice boomed through the green room. "How has Ethan ever wronged you? You're divorcing him over one missed penalty? How are we supposed to face our friends and neighbors?" His eyes grew redder.

"I think you've had it too easy these past few years. We spoiled you!"

My mom, who had always babied me and spoiled me since I was a child, looked at me with deep disappointment.

"I hate to say this, Chloe, but you've gone way too far this time!"

My dad snorted coldly.

"Why are you still standing there? Apologize to Richard, Helen, and Hailey right now! You nearly gave them a heart attack yesterday!"

I kept my head down, my voice quiet but firm. "This is between Ethan and me. Stay out of it."

With that, I snatched a pen from someone standing nearby and handed it, along with the papers, to Ethan.

"I didn't come here to make a scene. I came to get a divorce."

The moment the words left my mouth, the teammateswho had assumed I would back down after being scolded by my parentsglared at me in utter shock.

Looking at the divorce papers I had already signed, Ethan began to tremble violently.

His eyes were completely bloodshot as he clutched his chest.

"Chloe..." His voice was so weak it sounded like it would blow away with the wind. "I promise I'll bring the championship back next year. I'll do whatever you want. Just don't leave me, please?"

Someone nearby couldn't take it anymore and muttered under their breath, "This woman is a straight-up sociopath."

There wasnt a shred of warmth in my eyes.

"No need. Just sign the papers."

When Helen saw me, her eyes welled with tears, but she swallowed her anger and walked over. "Chloe, I am begging you. Can we please go home and talk about this? Ethan is already going through hell. Don't do this to him now."

I said nothing.

Seeing that I was unmoved, Hailey stepped up to support a staggering Helen. "Chloe, what is wrong with you?"

Meeting her probing gaze, I raised my hand and slapped her hard across the face. The crisp sound made the entire room fall dead silent.

Hailey clutched her cheek, tears instantly streaming down her face. "You... you hit me?"

The room immediately erupted.

"Whether I'm heartless or not is none of your business, Hailey. Keep your nose out of my marriage."

Helen was shaking so hard she couldn't speak. Finally, she hissed through gritted teeth, "Good... great... my son was truly blind to marry such an ungrateful bitch!" She didn't hit me back; she just turned her head away, her shoulders shaking violently as she wept.

At this point, Ethan's teammates couldn't hold back their anger anymore.

"Chloe, what is wrong with you? No respect for your elders, no respect for anyone! Ethan treated you like a queen, gave you everything you ever wanted, and you're dumping him over one bad game? How does that make any sense?"

I spared him a cold glance.

"Is your training done? If you have so much free time, go home and worry about your own wife and kids. Stop sticking your nose in my business."

A few of Ethan's close friends on the team got right in my face.

"Ethan is such a great guy. He was a fool to marry you!" one teammate yelled. "Do you have any idea that just last night, he was telling us he wanted to throw you a massive vow renewal ceremony once we won the cup? Is this how you repay him?"

"There's no point talking to a woman like her. Ethan, just sign the damn papers! Let her rot! She'll regret this!"

I let out a cold chuckle.

"Don't worry. I won't regret a single thing."

Hearing this, Richard slammed his fist on the table, knocking a chair over. "Divorce! Divorce her right now! Our family doesn't need a cold-blooded monster like you!"

He reached out to snatch the papers from my hand.

But my dad quickly stepped in, blocking him with a submissive smile.

"Richard, Helen, please don't be angry. Shes just being childish. We can't let her ruin this."

"I promise you, as long as I am here today, I won't let her go through with this divorce. Don't worry, I'm taking her home right now to set her straight!"

With that, he grabbed my arm, trying to drag me out.

I used every ounce of my strength to yank my arm free.

"I said I am not leaving! This divorce is happening today, and none of you can stop me!"

My dad, who had never been defied in his life, lost his temper completely. He threw a harsh shove that sent me stumbling to the floor.

"You think I can't control you?" His finger was practically poking my nose. "If you dare sign those papers today, you are no longer my daughter! Get the hell out of this family, and don't you ever call me dad again!"

The documents in my hand scattered all over the floor.

My eyes burned with tears, but I bit my lip.

"Fine. Since you're taking his side, I have nothing left to say to you."

I knelt down to gather the scattered papers.

But in the next second, my dad snatched them off the floor, glaring at me with fury.

"I am ripping these damn papers right now! You're going to put this ridiculous divorce out of your head once and for all!"

I practically lunged at him. "No! Don't!" My voice finally cracked with panic. "Dad, please, don't rip them! I'll explain everything to you later..."

Before I could finish, his hand froze mid-tear.

His eyes locked onto a few unexpected pages slipped between the legal documents.

In that instant, all the color drained from my dad's face. His hands began to shake violently, and he took two steps back, bumping into the table behind him. His gaze darted back and forth between Ethan and me, his lips trembling, but not a single sound came out.

Seeing my dad's shocked expression, my heart sank. I quickly snatched the crumpled papers back and tucked the hidden pages safely inside.

The people in the room looked back and forth between us, completely baffled by our silent exchange.

But it didn't take long for someone to jump to conclusions.

One of Ethans teammates sneaked a glance and sneered, trying to grab the papers from my hand.

"What are you hiding? Must be something disgusting."

I shoved him away. "None of your business! Back off!"