Just because of a game, I decided to divorce Ethan Ford. During the game, when he blurted out that he liked to rest his head on a pregnant belly and listen to the baby's sounds, the room fell silent. Everyone's eyes were on me. There was no shock in those gazes, only pity and the panic of a secret being revealed. I realized then that they all knew Ethan had a child with another woman. But they all helped him hide it from me. Just because they knew I was Ethan's life. If I found out, I would definitely leave him. And he would definitely go crazy. So, to make him go completely insane, I did three things. First, I melted down the wedding ring he designed for me personally. Second, I saved the video of Chloe Lin provoking me onto a USB drive. Third, I applied to join a highly confidential scientific research team. The joining date was exactly on our seventh wedding anniversary. On that day, I would vanish from his life like I evaporated. And he would only receive a package from me. Inside, there was a USB drive, a divorce agreement, and my abortion surgery form. Chapter 1 Swallowing the bitter red wine in my mouth, I tried to make myself look calmer. My voice was almost inaudible, but I still asked the question: "How many months?" Ethan Ford seemed to wake up from a dream, the wine glass in his hand suddenly crushed by him. Glass shards instantly pierced into the flesh of his palm, blood dripping. But he didn't care at all, just rushed to me in a panic, hugged me tightly, his voice trembling abnormally: "Mia, it's not what you think, the child was just an accident!" Hearing this sentence, I felt my heart and soul split. Suppressing the sourness in my throat, I said word by word in disbelief: "So you... really... got another woman pregnant?" Ethan was silent, not giving me an answer. I closed my eyes, two tears rolling down from the corners of my eyes. Thinking that he had hugged another woman like this, I pushed him away in disgust and turned to flee. Ethan chased me to the door, his phone rang, seeing the caller ID, he answered immediately. I heard a soft and sweet female voice from the other end: "Ethan~ Your little baby keeps kicking your big baby, torturing me to death~" My heart stung sharply, and I quickened my pace to escape. The person behind didn't chase after me. I smiled bitterly, not knowing whether to rejoice or feel lost. Taking out my phone, I made an international long-distance call. "Professor, I agree to join the AMP research team." The person on the other end seemed a bit surprised, "Really? That's great, our team really needs someone like you." "However, this research team is highly confidential. Once joined, your family won't be able to contact you." "Your husband cares about you so much, to the extent of calling the police if you disappear for a second. Does he agree with you joining?" My eyes dimmed, and I said hoarsely: "I'm preparing to divorce him." The other end was silent for a moment, didn't ask more, only said: "Okay, I'll help you with the process. Joining in three days." The moment the call ended, the large screen in the mall behind me started playing Ethan's exclusive interview. The host keenly noticed his small movement and asked with a smile: "Mr. Ford, I noticed you keep touching your own ring, but... it seems to be just a very ordinary silver ring. Is there anything special about it?" Ethan smiled very gently, held up his hand to show her: "This is my wedding ring." "Huh? Sorry, I thought with your current wealth, the wedding ring must be a large carat diamond ring." Ethan said: "My wedding ring was made by myself seven years ago, polished bit by bit, and engraved with my wife's and my names on the inner circle." "Wow, there really are two strings of letters, it's FWJ (Ethan's Initials - EF) and..." Ethan said: "SMZ (Mia's Initials - MJ), my wife is Mia Johnson." "Wow, really envy your wife. She must have saved the galaxy in her past life to marry Mr. Ford like you." Ethan smiled gently, only said: "Actually, it was me who saved the galaxy in my past life to marry her." "This year is the seventh year of my marriage with my wife. Seven years ago when I had nothing, she firmly supported me. She even lost our first child to save me..." "Mia Johnson is the only love of my life, Ethan Ford. I will hold a century wedding for her on our seventh wedding anniversary in three days, letting everyone witness my love for her." Among the passers-by around, almost all were envious voices, praising him as a wife-doting maniac. Yes, everyone thinks Ethan loves me like life. Even I, before today, thought so too. Looking at the wedding ring in my hand that I wore for seven years and Ethan never let me take off, I walked into a jewelry processing shop. "Please help me melt this ring, thank you." The clerk looked at the ring in surprise, then looked at me in astonishment, asking hesitantly: "Excuse me, are you... Mia Johnson?" Another clerk rolled her eyes at her, disagreeing: "Please, it's just that this silver ring happens to be engraved with FWJ and SCT too. Mr. Ford loves Mrs. Ford so much, how could Mrs. Ford melt the ring?" Listening to their conversation, I laughed at myself, paid, and left silently. I walked aimlessly, suddenly seeing Ethan's car by the roadside. The car was parked there quietly, as if waiting for something. Standing in the cold wind, looking at the car, I had mixed feelings. My steps slowed down involuntarily, a complex emotion surging in my heart. I hated myself for actually having expectations in my heart. What was I expecting? Expecting that he parked here actually waiting for me? I didn't know whether to face him or continue to escape. Took a deep breath, slowly walked towards the car, every step felt like stepping on my heart. He suddenly got out of the car, walked quickly to the passenger seat to open the door. A young girl, gently stroking her belly, was carefully supported by him to get out of the car. Chapter 2 The girl kissed him on the cheek coquettishly, raising her left hand to admire it back and forth. I saw, on the ring finger of her left hand, a silver ring. "Ethan, the ring you made yourself is so beautiful. If the baby knows his daddy loves mommy so much, he will also look forward to coming to this world." Ethan dotingly took off his coat and draped it over her, then bent down to gently stroke the girl's bulging belly. "Daddy also looks forward to him coming to me quickly." Watching this scene, I smiled, but while smiling, tears flowed down. Loved for seven years, Ethan kept a distance of three meters from women other than me. For a while, others thought he had gynophobia. He didn't care much, only saying this was the sense of propriety a married man should keep towards the opposite sex. Later, he even bought a book "Male Virtue Standards", studying it every day. I laughed at him being childish, he only said he wanted to give me a full sense of security. He said, his love was only given to me alone. But now, he shared a part of his love with the woman pregnant for him. I watched quietly, until Ethan felt my burning gaze, our eyes met. He straightened up instantly, the girl in his arms suddenly like a hot potato. Ethan let go of the hand around the woman's waist and ran straight to me. He nervously held my face with both hands, then held my hands, his face full of distress. "Mia, why are you so cold? Why are you crying, don't scare me." The concern in his eyes was absolutely genuine, making me soft-hearted for a moment. But the girl with the huge pregnant belly behind him was constantly reminding me that his concern was just a joke. That girl was fearless, holding her pregnant belly with one hand, stroking it gently with the other, raising her head proudly, staring straight at me. I threw off Ethan's hand, stepped back two steps, as if using up my last breath, asked him weakly: "Who is she? Is the child in her belly... yours?" In this moment, I bet our seven years together and all my courage on this line. A desperate gamble. As long as he denies it, as long as he says personally that the child isn't his, I am willing to believe him, willing to forget all this pain and betrayal. However, the girl's low, clear sobbing from not far away, like fate's mockery, shattered my last fantasy. A flash of guilt passed through Ethan's eyes, he closed his eyes in pain, after opening them again, he pursed his lips, saying that devastating sentence: "It's mine." I lost strength instantly, falling heavily to the ground. Because of supporting myself, the palm was scraped. Ethan hurriedly knelt in front of me, eyes full of distress and anxiety: "Mia, you can hit me or scold me, but don't hurt yourself like this." His voice was almost pleading. He held my hands, wiping the wound for me. Suddenly, he paused, lost his voice: "Mia, where is the wedding ring on your hand?" I withdrew my hand, smiled mockingly, signaling with my eyes, "Isn't it on her hand? For the same ring, one is enough." Hearing this, his eyes panicked, mouth opened several times, but couldn't say anything. Suddenly, he raised his hand, slapped himself twice hard, with such force that red and swollen palm prints immediately appeared on his cheeks. At this time, the girl quickly stepped forward, shielding Ethan behind her. Although her voice trembled, it carried a firmness. "Ms. Shen, I am Chloe Lin, Ethan and I are both victims, please don't blame him!" There were tears in her eyes, yet she still tried to protect Ethan. Ethan's face sank, voice cold and hard as ice. "Mia is my wife, you should address her as Mrs. Ford!" His words revealed unquestionable authority. Chloe shrank slightly, speaking firmly: "Mrs. Ford, believe me, I'm only 23. If it weren't for Ethan's mother... I wouldn't have kept this child at all!" As soon as her voice fell, Ethan's unfocused eyes suddenly looked at her, subconsciously blurting out: "No!" At this moment, I understood, between us, there was no future anymore. Chapter 3 I didn't question anymore, just let Ethan drive me home. In the car, he explained the ins and outs of that accident to me: 9 months ago, he was on a business trip, drugged by a rival, and mistakenly entered Chloe's room. After that accident, he gave her a sum of compensation, asking her to disappear from Seaport City. But he didn't expect she actually got pregnant. And when my mother-in-law learned about this, she brought her back from abroad, and was determined to keep this child. I knew deeply my mother-in-law's obsession with children. Seven years ago, Ethan and I were on a honeymoon cruise, but the cruise hit an iceberg, losing buoyancy instantly. In the process of falling into the sea, to protect me, Ethan's leg was broken by heavy objects falling together. He used his last strength to throw the lifebuoy to me, urging me to escape first. But how could I bear to abandon him? I chose to stay. Holding him up, preventing him from sinking into the sea. When the rescue team finally arrived, I had been soaked in the biting cold seawater for a day and a night. Ethan recovered soon after, but I lost our child in that accident, and the road to bearing children became extremely difficult from then on. From then on, Ethan's feelings for me grew deeper. He said we shared life and death, swearing no matter what happened, he wouldn't separate from me. However, my mother-in-law was extremely dissatisfied with me being unable to bear children. Now, facing this sudden grandson, it's not hard to imagine how she would try her best to protect him. Inside the car, Ethan held my hand with guilt, voice low: "Mia, this really was an accident..." I looked straight into his eyes, enduring bitterness, asked him: "The child and me, who do you choose?" He fell into silence. But I got the answer. Withdrawing the hand held tightly by him, I turned to look at the prosperous night view outside the window. My relationship with Ethan was the same, prosperous for seven years, finally coming to an end. After arriving home, Ethan gently pulled me. Found the medicine box wanting to apply medicine to my palm: "Promise me, don't let yourself get hurt in the future, it will kill me with heartache." I didn't respond to him, just withdrew my hand, went back to the room, locked the door. Soon, a knock sounded gently. Ethan's coaxing voice came from outside the door: "Mia, I beg you to say a word to me okay? I'm very worried about you." I covered my head directly with the quilt to sleep. Waking up the next day, I wore all black, looking at the photo of me and my parents on the bedside table, eyes wet. Five years ago, they died in a car accident, and today is their memorial day. I still remember that day, watching them being covered with white cloth, crying voicelessly. It was Ethan who held me, comforting: "Mia, don't be afraid, you still have me." It was also him, kneeling before my parents' graves promising, He would love me for a lifetime, he would accompany me to pay respects to them every year, letting them see how well I was taken care of by him. The door opened suddenly, Ethan walked in with a haggard look, eyes full of bloodshot. "You have the key why didn't you come in last night?" I said coldly. He squatted down, helping me put on slippers, "Just treat it as punishment for me. I'm in good health, not sleeping for a night doesn't matter. If I came in you would sleep even worse. Put on slippers, don't catch a cold." My nose soured, blurted out: "Do you still remember what day it is today?" Ethan looked at me seriously, "Of course, father and mother-in-law's memorial day, how could I forget." He got up, actively preparing things needed for worship. Suddenly glimpsed a message on my phone placed on the table. Seeing the content of the message clearly, he paused abruptly, picked up the phone and asked me: "You booked flight tickets?" My brows didn't move, calmly explained: "Originally wanted to travel with you, but felt the time wasn't appropriate, so canceled." He opened his mouth, wanted to ask something more, but the phone rang. "Ethan! I fell and my stomach hurts so much! Seems bleeding too! What to do!" Ethan became visibly nervous, completely forgetting about the flight tickets. He held my hand, eyes pleading. "Mia, I'll just go take a look, I swear I'll definitely come back!" He turned and ran into the car, stepped on the gas, disappearing around the corner. Tears dripped on the ground, I raised my hand wanting to wipe dry tears, but found tears couldn't be wiped away. I went to the cemetery alone, waited until dark, talked to parents for a day. Returning home, I started packing luggage. At midnight, Ethan finally rushed back, he hugged me tightly, constantly saying sorry. I let him hug, without words. This night, our world seemed split into two halves, his embrace warm and familiar, but my heart felt unprecedented distance. Chapter 4 The next morning, Ethan was no longer by the bedside. Only a note left by him: [Urgent matter at company, I went back to company first, made breakfast for you, remember to eat.] He didn't know, this morning, when the sky was just getting light, I heard the call Chloe made to him. It was Chloe who called him away. Looking at the breakfast on the table, I suddenly felt a wave of nausea. A thought rose in my heart, I took a taxi to the hospital. Looking at the pregnancy test report, I actually laughed tears out. The doctor looked at me with sympathetic eyes, asked softly: "Are you a single mother? Do you want to keep the child? With your constitution, aborting this child, you will never be able to conceive again." Leaving the hospital, I took a taxi to the villa worth a billion that Ethan gave me. Looking at the two words "Mia's Garden" carved on the big stone in front of the villa, And the line written by Ethan himself below: [Holding Mia's hand, destined for a hundred years of harmony.] I only felt ironic. This was given to me by Ethan, our exclusive "love nest". Except for servants, no other woman was ever allowed to enter. But at this moment, I saw Chloe appearing in front of the villa. She looked at me proudly, provoking: "The legendary Mia's Garden, is just so-so, didn't I enter easily." "Heard this is your love nest? But Mother Ford said this place is most suitable for nursing pregnancy, Brother Ethan let me move in, you aren't angry right?" "Afraid I bump and hurt, Brother Ethan even changed all the furniture, all to what I like~" I looked around this villa that was unrecognizable, the bitterness surging in my heart almost suffocating me. Memories surged like tide, clearly floating before eyes. On our third wedding anniversary, Ethan knelt on one knee, handing the key of this villa into my hand. "Mia, I won't let anyone step in here, here has the imprint of our love, is the two-person world exclusively ours." Here was once the sanctuary of our love, now personally given to another woman by him. I felt all strength in my body seemed drawn away, almost unable to stand. Chloe stared at me closely with jealousy and hatred. And I, could only lean weakly by the door, heart filled with endless sorrow and despair. This place once full of love, now became the witness of my heartbreak. "So how long are you going to occupy the position of Mrs. Ford? Can't you see Brother Ethan's liking and preference for me and the child?" Chloe's words were full of provocation. Occupy? I smiled bitterly, a sense of powerlessness surging in my heart. Suddenly, my gaze fell on a corner of the empty living room, where my parents' portrait was originally placed, now nowhere to be seen. "Where is my parents' portrait?!" My volume suddenly increased, voice trembling, eyes full of disbelief. "Such unlucky things were of course thrown away by Brother Ethan~" Chloe smiled faintly, speaking contemptuously, as if discussing a trivial matter. I glared at her, she then reluctantly went to take out the portrait. Immediately after, right in front of me, the corner of her mouth raised a smile, then lit the portrait with a lighter. I pounced fiercely wanting to extinguish the fire, Chloe then took the opportunity to fall on the ground, then shouted pain. I couldn't hear her shouting clearly, only focused on extinguishing the fire. But Ethan's incredulous roar suddenly sounded in my ear: "Mia why did you push her?!" Ignoring the fire burning my hands, I extinguished the fire. Looked up but found Ethan didn't look at me once, instead panicly picked up Chloe to leave. I looked at my hands burned red and fresh, feeling this seven-year marriage was really a joke. After rinsing the burns with cold water, I began to clean up all the mess here. Mother-in-law appeared suddenly, slapped me hard. "You hen that can't lay eggs, jinx, if anything happens to my grandson, I won't let you go!" Ethan who returned quickly came over to stop her. He finally ran to me, grabbed my hands, applying ointment to me with heartache. Ethan saw mother-in-law still wanted to make trouble, he spoke: "Over there is giving birth." Mother-in-law left immediately. Ethan seeing people gone, carefully observed my expression, finally weighed and spoke: "Mia, Chloe is young, made you unhappy, you shouldn't have pushed her either." "I pushed her?" My voice was full of disbelief. "It's okay it's okay, I apologized to her for you, she won't blame you." One sentence, determined my crime. Exhaustion and powerlessness struck, I didn't want to explain anymore. Between me and Chloe, Ethan had already chosen to believe her. Seven years of husband and wife, couldn't compare to a new love known for less than a year. Watching Ethan carefully blowing on my wound but obviously absent-minded, thinking of the flash of smile in his eyes when he said over there was giving birth just now. I touched my belly, the child's stay or leave, he helped me decide.
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