Ignoring what I was doing, she calmly took off her coat and said, “Ethan, Jason wants to have deer antler soup.”
I thought of the last time I refused to pour coffee for Jason at the company and was forced by her to kneel all night in front of everyone.
I zipped up my suitcase and obediently walked to the kitchen.
Ten minutes later, upon hearing Jason praised the dish as delicious, the coldness on Vivian’s face eased slightly. “Ethan, as long as you treat the child in my belly as your own, I can agree not to divorce you.”
In the past, whenever Vivian mentioned the word “divorce,” I would start breathing heavily, filled with fear and anxiety.
But now, I calmly took out the divorce papers I had long since prepared.
I softly said to her, “Sign it.”
Without even glancing at the document, Vivian raised an eyebrow and sneered. “Ethan, do you really think such a petty tactic of retreating to advance will work on me?”
"On the day we got married, I made it clear to you. The only reason I agreed to marry you was because you resembled Jason a little. If you're still planning to cause trouble now, I'll just send you abroad and let you fend for yourself out there."