Ethan Carter got drunk one night and got a girl pregnant. By the time I found out, she was already six months along. He said we could keep the baby and go back to the way things were. I shook my head and asked him one question, refusing to let it go: "Ethan, between me and this child, who do you choose?" That day, he was silent for a long time. He couldn't give me an answer. But after I disappeared, he regretted it. 1 After five years of marriage, I never thought it would end like this. At the hospital entrance, Ethan carefully supported a young, beautiful girl as she walked down the stairs. I stood not far away, locking eyes with him just as his face was filled with tenderness. His gaze dodged mine instantly, stiffly avoiding eye contact. The pregnant girl beside him looked at me too, her eyes immediately welling up with tears. Ethan helped her into the car, gave her some instructions, and then walked toward me. His steps were calm and collected, the panic from our initial eye contact completely gone. He took my hands, which were ice cold, and warmed them in his palms. "Why are you at the hospital? Are you feeling sick?" He spoke words of concern, reaching out to touch my forehead. I dodged his hand. "Who is she?" Ethan didn't answer my question. Instead, he pulled me into his arms to comfort me. "Someone unimportant. I'll explain when we get home, okay?" His gentle tone broke me, and tears finally fell. I looked up stubbornly, demanding an answer. If he told me the truth, I would believe him. Ethan sighed softly and wiped the tears from the corner of my eyes. "The child is mine." The tears dried on my face. I forgot how to breathe. I bit my lip until it bled, breaking free from his embrace and backing away step by step. Only then did Ethan show a hint of anger. He pulled me close again, looking at me with heartache. "Sarah, you can blame me, but don't torture yourself." I didn't understand why he would show me this side of him—this loving side—after doing something so unforgivable. In our silent standoff, the girl got out of the car. "Go back inside!" Ethan's voice was cold, devoid of warmth. The girl looked at him timidly but didn't leave. Her eyes grew determined. "Miss Miller, Mr. Carter and I aren't what you think. This child was an accident." She smiled bitterly. "If I could, I wouldn't want him either." My vision blurred. I couldn't see the expression on Ethan's face clearly. But I knew him. I could feel that his coldness toward her had already melted away. "Enough! Stop talking!" Jealousy and resentment flooded my heart. I screamed, collapsing under the weight of it all. The girl stumbled, startled, almost falling. Ethan rushed to catch her, holding her securely in his arms. I stared blankly at the scene. A thought flashed through my mind. I lunged at them. Just as I was about to touch her swollen belly, a powerful force shoved me away. I sat on the ground, looking at my scraped palms, and let out a tragic laugh. Ethan looked at his outstretched hand in disbelief, frozen. That day, Ethan left the six-months-pregnant girl behind and took me home. But I knew there was no future for us anymore. 2 Back home, Ethan gave me an explanation. I sat on the bed, unmoving, for a long time. He stood on the balcony of our bedroom, smoking cigarettes all night. I knew he was hurting himself to make me feel sorry for him. He always knew my weaknesses. As dawn broke, Ethan turned and came inside, standing beside me. "Hungry? What do you want to eat? I'll cook." I called out to him, my voice hoarse. "Ethan, let's talk." Ethan paused, not turning around for a long time. He knew my personality. He knew I cared about this. I cared deeply. Even if he was drunk that night, even if the contact was unintentional. I couldn't forgive him. So, Ethan had hidden it. But no one expected that a stranger, someone he met only once, would get pregnant. And due to her health condition, she couldn't abort the baby. That led us to today. Ethan left. He didn't dare face what I was about to say. I knew he loved me. If he didn't, we wouldn't have been together for so many years. If he didn't, he wouldn't have spoiled me until I was soft and prone to tears. For the next week, Ethan didn't come home. But he asked the housekeeper about me every day, down to the smallest detail. The housekeeper tried to persuade me: "Madam, you and Mr. Carter are the most loving couple I've ever seen. Just talk it out. "Mr. Carter... he's lost so much weight recently." She had been with us for years. She had never seen us fight. Even Ethan's mother, who had disapproved of me in the early years, eventually accepted me because we were so happy. My phone rang. It was Ethan's friend. "Sarah, Ethan's drunk. Can you come pick him up?" "Leave him be!" After hanging up, the heavy feeling in my chest only grew. I kept picturing Ethan's retreating back, looking more hunched than usual. I couldn't bring myself to leave him there alone. After struggling with myself, I grabbed the car keys. And walked out the door. 3 The door to the private room was ajar. I stood outside without entering. Ethan was indeed drunk, sprawled ungracefully on the sofa. Standing in front of him was the pregnant girl. Ethan's friend looked embarrassed. "Miss Su, Sarah wouldn't come, and Ethan refused to leave. I had to call you." The girl smiled gently and helped lift one of Ethan's arms. He pushed her away abruptly. Gasps filled the room, snapping Ethan out of his drunken stupor. He looked at the woman in front of him and gave a smile uglier than crying. "Chloe Su, it's all because of you. Sarah doesn't want me anymore..." Ethan repeated the sentence over and over, searching for more alcohol. No one could stop him. He grabbed a bottle and chugged it like his life depended on it. Suddenly, Chloe grabbed the bottle from his hand and smashed it on the floor. The room went silent. Even Ethan, who had been making a drunken scene, stared at her blankly. "Ethan Carter, your shouting will scare our baby. "Get up. I'm tired. Take me home." Ethan Carter, who commanded respect in this city, had never been ordered around like this by anyone but me. Everyone thought he would explode. No one dared to breathe. But in that oppressive atmosphere, Ethan said nothing. He stood up slowly, grabbed his coat, and silently followed Chloe. They left together. I hid in the corner, watching the man and woman walk away. And I laughed. But the laughter was bitter. I followed their taxi to a high-end apartment complex. I watched Ethan get out and walk upstairs with the girl. A light turned on in a window high above. I sat in my car watching all night. Ethan never came out. At 7 AM, he walked back in carrying breakfast. I looked at his familiar back. And quietly drove away. 4 I called Ethan home, but I didn't bring up divorce. I looked at the man who had visibly lost weight and quickly looked away. "I didn't pick you up last night. Where did you stay?" Ethan's fingers trembled slightly. After a moment, he said: "I stayed at the office." I couldn't describe the feeling in my heart. Not exactly sadness. Just disappointment. When did Ethan learn to lie to me? The person who promised to be honest with me forever had changed. I didn't expose him because it didn't matter anymore. "How far along is she?" Ethan paused for a few seconds, as if afraid to hurt me. "Almost seven months." Then, he knelt on one knee before me, burying his head in my lap. His tears soaked my skirt. "Sarah, I was wrong. Don't leave me." In my memory, Ethan had never cried. Now, he was crying hard. Seeing him cry made my heart ache. But I knew I couldn't be soft-hearted now. "Arrange a meeting for me with that girl." We met at Chloe Su's apartment. Ethan waited outside. Chloe gently stroked her belly, her eyes full of anticipation for the child. "That night, the lights were off. I was truly terrified. "But the next morning, when I saw Mr. Carter lying next to me, I felt a moment of relief." Chloe smiled as she spoke. She looked up at me, still gentle and beautiful. "Miss Miller, now that Mr. Carter and I are about to have a child, why don't you just let us be together?" With Ethan gone, the girl in front of me seemed like a different person. Actually, I wasn't surprised. The night I went to find Ethan, Chloe had glanced behind the door at me. I knew she had seen me that day. She stood up slowly and opened the door to a closed room. Inside was a cozy nursery. "Mr. Carter picked everything in here himself. He decorated the room. "He's not without expectations for this child." I wanted to maintain my last shred of composure in front of Chloe, who was flaunting Ethan's fatherly love. But she provoked me. So, Ethan had expectations for this child too. He wasn't indifferent. My strength drained away. I leaned on the dining table for support, knocking over a glass of water. The crisp shattering sound hit my heart, cracking it open. Hearing the noise, Ethan rushed in to find me swaying and Chloe lying on the floor crying in pain. That day, I will never forget that Ethan's first choice was no longer me. Chloe smiled triumphantly at me, thinking she had won. As he brushed past me, Ethan hesitated for only a second. Then he walked past me, picked up Chloe, and rushed to the hospital.
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