When he awoke, coughing violently, she immediately hugged him tightly.
"Ethan, I can’t go against my will anymore!"
"I love you! Ethan, you big fool! I love you!"
Amidst the cheers of onlookers, they clung together, drenched in sweat.
The mermaid had saved her prince.
Their love was unwavering.
And I… I was that pathetic, ridiculous bubble.
The bubble burst in the sunlight, turning into tears that streamed down my cheeks.
The second video showed Ethan carrying Tara sideways into the hotel.
At the same time, an unfamiliar message appeared on my phone:
"Honey, my phone dropped in the water. I’m borrowing a friend’s phone to text you. I’m busy here, so I won’t be home tonight. Good night to you and the baby~"
I stared at it for a long, long time.
Then, I slowly sat up.
"Henry, help me put the aborted fetus in the foam box."
"Hire a gong and drum troupe, all the gossipy ones."
Henry frowned. "What are you trying to do?"
I said, word for word:
"Of course I’ll take this generous gift to the hotel, with drums and gongs blaring, to celebrate my husband’s concubine!"
The gong and drum band were in position. I immediately started the livestream, feigning distress.