Ethan cheated on me. A one-night stand. The girl got pregnant and came to me, demanding Ethan take responsibility. Ethan smoked a cigarette and gave me the power to choose. "It was just once." "If you can forgive me, we can move on." "If not, we divorce." My face was pale as I asked with a trembling voice, "It's your fault, right?" "If we divorce, you'll admit it's your fault, right?" 1 My marriage to Ethan was a hand-me-down from my younger sister. Chloe was lively, cheerful, and willful. She refused to be trapped in a so-called family alliance for a lifetime. So she took a card with twenty million dollars and ran away. My mother felt sorry for her youngest daughter but couldn't bear to lose a good son-in-law like Ethan. So she pushed me out. As if just being a daughter of the Carter family meant Ethan would marry me. Who is Ethan? A scion of a powerful family where dropping a brick would hit a row of ancestors. He was the biggest of them all. Chloe running away from the wedding had already humiliated him. And now ask him to marry me? Daydreaming, right? But I still went to see him once, recommended myself, and he actually agreed. This year is our fourth year of marriage. To outsiders, we are a model couple. But in private, we treat each other with polite distance, maintaining basic etiquette even in bed. My mother kept urging me to have a child, nagging that I was useless, saying if this continued, I wouldn't be able to tie Ethan down, and what if he ran away. I wanted to say, Ethan isn't a dog. I want to tie him down, but would he let me? But I didn't say anything. I just nodded submissively. My mother hated seeing me like this the most, rolled her eyes, and walked away swaying her hips. But what I didn't expect was that I really got pregnant. 2 My period was late by one, two, three, maybe four weeks. Last night I bought a pregnancy test, and it showed two lines. Today I went to the hospital for a blood test. The doctor held the report. "9 weeks pregnant. Do you want this baby or not?" "I think so!" I hesitated a bit. Ethan didn't know yet. This child was also outside our plan. I had to ask him. So holding the report, I went directly to his company. When I arrived, Ethan was in a meeting. The assistant led me to the office, poured coffee and served desserts, asking me to wait a while. I picked up the cup, about to drink. Can I drink coffee when pregnant? Don't know. Checked it. Yes. Then no problem. I took a sip, sighing with satisfaction. Before I could finish my sigh, a noisy argument came from outside, accompanied by a woman's scream. I opened the door and met the eyes of the woman being held back. She shouted with red eyes: "Let Ethan come out! He got someone pregnant, doesn't he need to take responsibility?" Such a loud voice. Such a big scene. So many people. So embarrassing!!! I wished I could find a crack in the ground to hide. I just wanted to say, this has nothing to do with me! Fortunately, Ethan appeared in time. He walked through the crowd with a cold face and saw me peeking through the door crack. That large hand with distinct knuckles covered my eyes. I shrank back instinctively. His hand moved and closed the door. I blinked. Wait. My husband cheated, got someone else pregnant, and now the person involved is at the door. Do I not need to participate at all? 3 Ethan indicated that it wasn't entirely unnecessary. He dismissed everyone, whispered a few words to that woman, opened the door, and brought her to me. Looking at his calm and composed appearance, I really wanted to applaud. Cheating so righteously like him is probably unprecedented. The woman was cool. Wearing simple sportswear, a high ponytail, and a baseball cap. Sitting there with crossed legs, her whole body screamed "I'm not to be messed with." But she was undeniably beautiful. Exquisite features, cool and glamorous eyes. Just this look made it hard to hate her. Pity she had a mouth. "Is this your wife?" "Divorce her." "I'm pregnant, you have to be responsible for me." I curled my lips. I'm pregnant too, who's responsible for me? Logically, as the legal wife, I should have more advantage than her, the mistress. But when marriage becomes a battlefield, the more immoral one often acts more righteous. "Sigh!" I sighed, grabbed a cookie and ate it. Milky aroma, not too sweet. Not bad. "Do you want some?" The woman looked disgusted, pointing at me. "Is she crazy?" Ethan finally frowned, a rare sight. He took my hand and pulled me into the lounge. He smoked a cigarette in silence. "Just once." "I accidentally drank spiked alcohol and had relations with her unexpectedly." "Sophia." He looked up at me, his gaze exceptionally serious. Said: "The fault is mine, you make the decision." "If you can forgive, we'll live well." "If not, divorce." The word divorce suddenly appeared, making my heart skip a beat, then accelerate rapidly. I uncontrollably pinched the web of my hand. "It's your fault, right?" "If we divorce, you'll admit it's your fault, right?" 4 Ethan looked at me seriously. He was handsome, better looking than anyone I had ever seen. I liked looking at him very much. Especially in bed, looking up from below, seeing his blurred eyes, listening to his sexy panting. All this could make me forget everything and experience ultimate pleasure. Divorce, quite a pity. But divorce isn't impossible. "So, your choice is divorce?" I nodded, pointing outside. "It's come to this, can't not divorce!" "Just regarding my mom, you'll admit it's your fault, right?" I confirmed again. Ethan's expression faded. Those strange and distant eyes were quite uncomfortable. But I was best at dealing with inner discomfort. Deep breath, exhale, and it's fine. Ethan stood up, brushed off non-existent dirt from his clothes, and said calmly: "Don't worry, I'll handle it." Phew! Then I'm relieved. "If we divorce, I don't want anything else, I only want Aurora Pharmaceuticals." "Okay." "But if it's convenient for you, a villa would be fine too." "Okay." "Can I ask for another three hundred million?" Ethan looked back, staring at me. "Want everything, still divorce?" "If not divorce, everything is yours." I avoided his gaze, lowered my head, left foot stepping on right foot. What logic. Then don't cheat! No cheating, no divorce. No divorce, wife and child are yours. ............ Wait. Cheated, divorced, he still has a wife and child. Damn! As expected of a businessman chasing profit, calculated so clearly.
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