I ignored him. He continued:
“Her clothes got soaked, so I’m taking her home to change. Don’t forget—this was all thanks to you!”
Before I could answer, the call ended with a sharp click.
I let out a bitter laugh and contacted a lawyer about divorce.
But right after I sent the email, the nurse gasped.
“You’re bleeding.”
I looked down and saw a patch of red on my white pants.
The nurse hurried me to a doctor, but the words that followed hit me like a hammer.
“Congratulations—you’re pregnant.”
I froze, instinctively placing a hand on my stomach.
Ever since losing my parents, I had longed for a child of my own.
But why now, of all times…
After much hesitation, I withdrew the email.
I decided to give Ethan one more chance.
And give this baby one too.
By the time I finished at the hospital, it was late at night.
Even before I opened the door, I could hear laughter inside.
Ethan’s face and body were covered in foam.
Strange—this man who once couldn’t stand a drop of oil splattering on him during dinner was now letting Chloe smear him with shaving cream, smiling all the while.
When he saw me, Ethan hurriedly took the razor from her hand.
“Leave this to my wife. You’re clumsy—who’d ever marry you like that?”