I rushed to the hospital, leaving our child, Liam Morgan, behind, filled with worry. The officer told me Ethan was distracted by flirting with his secretary in the car, too excited and crashed into an oncoming truck.
The officer showed me the scene photos. Ethan was naked with his bare legs in the driver's seat, his secretary sprawled over him, her arm trapped, and his face flushed red.
Seeing these provocative photos, I felt a chill, immediately arranged for Ethan to have a vasectomy, and then lied it was a consequence of the accident.
I thought to myself, "A vasectomized Ethan has lost his fertility. Whose child is Jessica carrying?"
I eagerly saw Sharon off and then had the maid prepare the guest room for their stay.
Ethan glanced at me with an easy, carefree look and pinched my wrist, squinting his eyes.
"Olivia, you don't mind?"
I smiled and shrugged off Ethan's hand, full of disdain in my heart. "Just make sure you come home." Pleased by my magnanimity, Ethan smiled contentedly, wrapped his arm around Jessica's waist, and they headed to the guest room to fool around.