He Turned Our Son Into Her Project—Now He CrumblesChapter 1

Two weeks after my miscarriage, I forced myself to stand and do one last inspection for Ethan Hayes’ upcoming International Art Exhibition in San Francisco.

I froze in front of a newly added display booth.

Inside was the baby I had just lost two weeks ago.

Next to the exhibit’s description, there was even a positive pregnancy test taped on the wall.

I stared at Ethan, trembling all over, and slapped him hard across the face.

“So this is how my baby became one of your art pieces?”

Ethan frowned, his voice sharp.

“It was just a mistake made by the new intern — she’s just a kid.”

“Come on, you’re an adult. Don’t get worked up over a little girl’s mistake. The official exhibit is the day after tomorrow, we’ll take it down.”

I was ready to explode, but just then my phone rang.

After listening to the voice on the other end, I suddenly felt calm.

I turned to Ethan and gave him a smile.

“Alright.”

I hoped that on the day of the exhibition, when I handed him the “gift” I had prepared, he would still be this calm.

My sudden calmness made Ethan glance at me in surprise, but he didn’t think much of it.