Chapter 8 - The Rescue
Ethan didn't spare a single glance at the sobbing bride or his in-laws being dragged away by the police. His entire focus, his entire world, was the fragile woman standing by the banquet table.
He reached Ava in seconds, his dark eyes immediately scanning her pale face and the way she was holding her swollen belly. The cold, lethal fury he had directed at the room instantly melted into profound, overwhelming tenderness and terrifying concern.
"I've got you, Ava. I'm right here," Ethan whispered softly, immediately wrapping his strong arm securely around her waist to support her weight, while his other hand gently touched her cheek.
"Ethan... it hurts," Ava whimpered, tears finally spilling over her eyelashes as she leaned heavily against his chest, her strength completely failing now that she was safe in his arms.
"We're leaving right now. The paramedics are waiting in the ambulance outside," Ethan assured her, his voice a steady, grounding anchor. He smoothly lifted her into his arms, carrying her effortlessly across the marble floor of the ballroom.
As Ethan carried his pregnant wife toward the exit, a few of Eleanor’s wealthy friends tried to step forward, muttering apologies and expressing confusion about the sudden arrests.
Ethan stopped, his dark eyes sweeping over the crowd of elite sycophants who had happily eaten food he paid for while watching his wife be abused.
"The catering bill for this party was fifty thousand dollars," Ethan announced loudly, his voice echoing with absolute authority. "I paid it in full this morning. Consider it my final contribution to this family. Enjoy the cake. None of you will ever see my wife or my child again."
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He turned his back on the stunned, silent room and carried Ava out through the double doors, leaving the toxic, superficial world of his in-laws entirely behind them in a pile of ruined lace and flashing police lights.
👉 Read Part 9 to learn the legal consequences for Eleanor and Blake.
