Ethan finally couldn’t take it anymore. Breaking his silence, he roared.
“Stop talking, it’s all my fault.”
He walked over, grabbed my hand, and pressed it to his face, his eyes turning red.
“I’m sorry, wife. I thought you were only a week along and had just fallen. I saw Sabrina looking so pale, so I thought I’d drop her off and then come back to take you to the hospital.”
He suddenly lifted my hand and slapped himself with it.
“Wife, I’ll apologize for Sabrina. Hit me, hit me harder.”
He said urgently,
“Sabrina was just worried about me and accidentally pushed you. You pushed her too. Let’s just let it go, alright?”
Just as I was about to pull away and question him, Sabrina walked in, holding her back, and screamed at me,
“Ethan, are you even a man? Your wife stabbed you with a knife, and you still kneel down and apologize to her!” “What?!”
“It’s just getting drunk and fooling around. She was probably nowhere near where we slept together before. If she’s that capable, why didn’t you sleep with her first back then?” She jutted out her stomach arrogantly,
“We slept together, and I’m carrying the Graham family’s eldest grandson. You want to divorce, right? You'd better think twice!”