“I can’t change my habits. Maybe you should just move in and watch me?”
Ethan’s response was full of indulgence.
“Alright, alright, Princess. Whatever you say. You’re the most important now.”
“When I proposed and you turned me down, was this why? You really don’t trust me? If it were you, I’d treasure you above anyone.”
“Chloe, you’re different to me. Always have been.”
A tear splashed onto the keyboard, blurring the words on the screen.
My phone buzzed—it was a message from Ethan.
“The company has an emergency. I need to go on a business trip for a few days. Take care of yourself until I get back.”
A stabbing pain shot through my chest, those words piercing me like poison-tipped arrows.
So that’s all I was—a placeholder to fill the role of a wife.
Even our marriage… was just something Chloe Miller had passed over.
I numbly walked out of the room and took down the wedding photo from the wall.
Staring at Ethan Brooks’s smiling face in the picture, I remembered what Chloe had said that day during the shoot.
“Ethan really chose this gown? I was only joking when I suggested it.”
“Don’t worry, Lily. My brother pays such attention to detail. I once said I wanted to take wedding photos by the beach—girls all love something romantic—and of course he remembered and made it happen. I’m so jealous of you.”
Sweet memories replayed before my eyes.
But the betrayal and deception—they had been there all along, waiting for me to notice.
I dialed David Harris’s number.
“Please prepare a divorce agreement for me. Husband’s infidelity—he’s at fault.”
At dawn, I took a cab to the hospital for an abortion.
This child, I had longed for two years.
And just when he finally came, it wasn’t the right time.
After paying the bill, I gently touched my barely noticeable belly.
“Baby, don’t blame Mommy.”
Nearby, I overheard nurses whispering in awe.
“Room 203—are we sure she’s only pregnant? Why is her husband so frantic?”
“He even asked if we had some kind of labor simulator, said he wanted to experience his wife’s pain firsthand, to feel what she felt!”
“In ten years of working here, I’ve never met a man like that. Maybe it’s true—there are happy marriages. It’s just that we haven’t had the luck. If I met someone like that, I’d never let go!”
As if guided by fate, I found myself standing outside Room 203.
Through the small window, I saw Ethan’s anxious profile.