Sipping Love, Savoring JoyChapter 1
The year I loved him the most, my mother forced me to break up with him. Ethan Carter threw my mother into the Red-Light District.
The year I hated him the most, I crippled his father and forced him to sign a settlement.
That same year, a young woman showed up, heavily pregnant.
“Heaven has already punished him by making him marry someone he doesn’t love. What more do you want?”
I turned my head toward Ethan.
“Really?”
In his half-minute of silence, I already knew the answer.
I dropped the iron rod onto the ground.
“Choose—do you want her miscarriage or her death?”
Without hesitation, he looked at his bodyguard. “Get rid of her baby.”
I slapped him hard across the face.
“I want you to do it yourself!”
…
Ethan clenched his fists tightly, veins bulging at his temples.
“Anna Moore, that’s enough.”
“Killing has its limits. She’s still my woman and my flesh and blood!”
Grace Miller, who had been trembling moments ago, now leaned arrogantly against his chest.
Her hands were pale and flawless, unlike mine—covered in calluses from years of gripping knives and guns by Ethan’s side.
Clearly, he had kept her well-sheltered, so ignorant that she dared to provoke me.