Five years ago, if not for my father's company falling into crisis needing the Morgan Group's help, I wouldn't have married Ethan.
He was well-known in the circles for his reckless spending and debauchery, a man of many vices.
I married him out of necessity. Initially, he loved only me, but once I was pregnant and had Liam, his true nature showed.
He spent his nights out, not coming home, and as long as he didn't bring anyone home, I turned a blind eye, living as a trophy wife.
Recently, he had become more outrageous, bringing people home and even wanting a divorce.
Sharon, feeling sorry for me and fearing a divorce would scandalize the Morgan Group and ruin Ethan's future, kept consoling me. No matter how he behaved outside, she would not allow a divorce and always soothed me.
Ethan woke up.
Sharon stopped her scolding, touched his face tenderly, and then burst into tears.
"How could you! The Morgan Group is nearly ruined because of you."
"Mom, I'm just fooling around. Olivia doesn't mind. Why are you crying? I'm not dead yet. How is that model?"
I thought to myself, "He still cares about her well-being."
Jessica stormed in and slapped Ethan across the face, making him bleed.