I canceled the flight to Hawaii.
Even the Tiffany necklace I had ordered as an anniversary gift, I had returned.
Then I called Sarah’s parents.
Sarah snatched the phone from me, glaring angrily. “Ethan Miller, are you insane? Why are you calling my mom and dad?”
I glanced at her, my eyes drifting again to her belly. Calmly, I said, “I called them to let them know—I’m divorcing you.”
“What? You want a divorce?”
Sarah stared at me in shock.
“Yes.” I nodded expressionlessly.
“Ethan, are you out of your mind from working too much? We were fine. Why would you suddenly want a divorce?”
I sneered at the woman who had shared my bed for a year. Even now, she still didn’t realize what she had done wrong.
When I didn’t answer, Sarah’s eyes flickered. She finally guessed the reason.
“Just because I’m having Jessica’s baby, you want to divorce me?”
“Yes.” I nodded again.
“You’re a man, can’t you be more generous? Jessica can’t have children anymore, and I’m her best friend. She didn’t trust anyone else, so of course I had to help her. What kind of friend would I be if I didn’t?”