"Wife, my brothers want to go on a cruise. You’re pregnant and can’t join them, so don’t get involved."
My face went pale as I tugged at the hem of his shirt.
"I have a stomachache. Will you come to the hospital with me?"
Asking questions I already knew the answers to was my last chance to give him a way out.
If he insisted on leaving, I wouldn’t want him anyway.
In the deadlock, Tara smacked her lips and urged, "Hurry up! It’s scorching!"
Ethan shook my hand off, impatience etched across his face.
"What are you pretending to? You were fine just now. I hate it when you bring up the kids."
He shoved me back onto the sofa, and my heart sank.
Tara came in from outside and grabbed Ethan’s ear.
"Are you trying to kill yourself? Why so aggressive? Aren’t all pregnant women like this? They always want everyone around. What’s wrong with being a little caring?"
Ethan snorted, disdain dripping from his words.
"If she were even a tenth as good as you, I wouldn’t be so bothered."
His gaze dropped to Tara’s shoulder straps, and he reached out, adjusting them with effortless ease.
"Little idiot! Can’t you see it’s loose?"
Tara swiped her hair aside, giggling.
"Be gentle! You’re hurting me."