Back at home, Ethan was sitting on the couch, flipping through documents.
Hearing me open the door, he didn’t even look up, saying, "I had the maid make you some chicken soup; it’s on the table."
I nodded and walked upstairs without a word.
Seeing my lack of reaction, he slammed the contract shut, frowning.
"Why aren’t you talking? Still thinking about this miscarriage?"
Ethan picked up the bowl, pretending to feed me.
I merely took the soup, with no intention of drinking it.
"You've had 99 miscarriages already, why are you so upset this time?"
Ethan's patience was exhausted. He never expected me, the always gentle and obedient wife, to reject him.
Our eyes met.
He seemed to sense something was off.
Ethan rarely spoke to comfort me, "Don’t be sad, we’ll have children."
He reached out to hug me, but I subtly avoided his touch.
Ethan didn’t know, we had no future, let alone children.
I turned to go upstairs, intending to pack my things.
Just as he was about to stop me, his phone rang with a special ringtone, unlike the usual system notification.
And after all these years of marriage, he had set my calls and messages to Do Not Disturb.
He looked at me, hesitating for a few seconds,
then immediately answered the call.
I vaguely heard a familiar female voice on the other end, it was Vivian Hart.
But I had no intention of asking. I just continued packing my things in silence.
Only to unexpectedly find a few lace nightgowns among his usual suits and shirts.
I quietly took the inconspicuous file that was hidden under his computer.
It was the divorce agreement I had long discussed with the lawyer, already signed by Ethan.
A few days ago, I asked Ethan’s secretary to sneak this agreement in with company files.
Years ago, I saved Vivian Hart from a powerful man at a company banquet.
There was no other reason, but before I married Ethan, I was a bartender, very familiar with the colors of drinks.
So, when I knew my purpose, even though I risked being found out,
the secretary still resolutely helped me.
Even though the lawyer repeatedly warned me that I might not get a penny if I divorced Ethan,
I remained firm, "I don’t care about that."
Before marrying Ethan, I was an ordinary person, worlds apart from the status of a CEO.
Even if I left him, with my skills, I could still live well.
Outside the mansion, I unexpectedly ran into Ethan tightly holding Vivian Hart.