My father glared at me, turned toward the door, and left behind a chilling sentence:
“If you ruin the Graham-Sterling partnership, you and Alex will suffer. The Sterling family has no divorced daughters.”
Just then, Ethan’s phone rang, his voice filled with tenderness:
“Wife, don’t be upset. I’ll cook chicken soup for you right now.”
“Wife, I know I was wrong. You can hit me, scold me, anything—just don’t mention divorce.”
That day ended in tears and grief.
The only sound in the ward was the ticking of the medical equipment.
Just as I swallowed my cries, helpless and aching, Sabrina sent me a video. In it, Ethan held her tightly, bodies tangled passionately.
Hearing Ethan’s breathless voice,
“Sabrina, you’re incredible! I’ve missed you all these years.”
“Ugh, isn’t your old hag enough? Look at you, starving!”
“Her? Too stiff. Nothing like you—you send me to heaven.”
As they spoke, they embraced again, mouths locked, rolling across the bed.
Seeing their burning, intimate pose, my heart felt chewed by countless ants, and tears streamed again.
The video shifted scenes—from home to the car, from the countryside to the office.
Below was Sabrina’s smug voice message:
“Hannah, do you think Ethan was just drunk and confused?”
“Ethan said my child with him is the best, the only one worthy to be the Graham heir. You’re just a pitiful, unwanted stray.”
“He’s with our son and me right now, inseparable. Want to come and get pointers?”
I calmly dialed Ethan’s number. After rough breathing on the other end, I heard his flustered voice:
“Wife, the chicken soup is almost done. Twenty more minutes. Wait for me a little longer, I’ll be right there.”
I felt my limbs go numb and stiff, but I still forced myself to throw off the covers and head toward the top-tier VIP ward on the third floor.
The entrance to the top-tier VIP ward was covered in pure white carpet. I slowly approached the door, and a wave of warm air washed over me.
Along with Sabrina’s furious voice,
“Ethan, have you fallen for Hannah? You swore you’d love only me forever, you heartless man!”
Ethan soothed her softly,
“Sweetie, drink the chicken soup. Of course, I love you, or else why would I let you give birth to a son and carry on the Graham family line?”
Sabrina angrily sipped the chicken soup from her lips, “Then what about Hannah?”
Ethan’s voice turned cold at once, “She’s just a helpless orphan. I only pitied her.”