I found an earring in the passenger seat gap of my professor husband's car. It was the style his favorite female student often wore. He glanced at it and explained: "It snowed today, so I gave two students a ride on the way. Probably dropped it accidentally." I thoughtfully put it away and said to him: "It's okay, no need to explain." I knew the students Ethan mentioned. The only one who liked sitting in the passenger seat was his female student, Chloe. Because of her, I had countless hysterical arguments with Ethan like a madwoman, and threatened divorce many times. After my miscarriage, he was the first to concede, promising me he wouldn't interact with her privately alone. Seeing my indifferent face, Ethan was stunned, unable to hold back his question: "Do you not care at all?" Once, my care for him was exchanged for countless arguments, endless tears, and the loss of my child. Now, I really don't care anymore. Chapter 1 I didn't answer Ethan. When we got home, he stopped me, his face filled with deep fatigue. Looking at me with complex eyes, "Why?" I smiled and asked softly: "Isn't this what you wanted?" Ethan was silent for a moment, then explained again: "Chloe is my student. Today I didn't just drive her, but another student too, that's all. Why do you..." He didn't finish the rest of his sentence. I silently added for him in my heart. Why do I always speculate on their relationship like this? He realized his slip of tongue and sighed helplessly: "I didn't interact with her alone. She sat in the passenger seat because she gets carsick." "Besides that, she is my student, I am her teacher, there is no relationship." I didn't speak. Ethan's expression changed slightly, carrying imperceptible exhaustion and helplessness. "Emily, then what do you want me to do?" I looked at Ethan calmly. "I don't want you to do anything." "You don't need to explain so much to me either." Thinking of the earring in the car, I said again: "How about you send it back to her now? Otherwise, it's unsafe for her to come over in the middle of the night." Ethan's face changed. Chloe had come to our door late at night twice looking for Ethan. The first time her lab report was accidentally left in Ethan's car. She came to Ethan with red eyes in the middle of the night. Finally, Ethan drove her back. Half a month later, I found a lipstick under the passenger seat of Ethan's car. Ethan explained lightly: "Probably Chloe dropped it accidentally." He put it away naturally. I frowned, suppressing the strange feeling in my heart. Still asked nothing. Unexpectedly, Chloe came again in the middle of the night. Naturally reaching out to him, "Professor Clarke, give me back my lipstick." Ethan took it out of his pocket and handed it to her, tone indifferent: "Be careful next time." Chloe stuck out her tongue playfully at him, "Got it, Professor Clarke~" She skillfully acted coquettishly towards Ethan, making demands. I froze on the spot. That was the first time I quarreled with Ethan. At the end of the argument, he closed his eyes and rubbed his brows, "Emily, not everyone's mind is full of these messy things like you." "Chloe is different from you, she is excellent." My tears were still hanging on my eyelashes. Staring blankly at Ethan. Ethan said no more, turned and left. Recovering from thoughts. Ethan stared at me tightly, seeming to want to see a trace of change on my face. Unfortunately, none. My expression didn't change at all. When I turned to go upstairs, Ethan's hoarse and expectant voice sounded behind me. "Emily, today is our fifth wedding anniversary." "Do you remember?" If Ethan hadn't mentioned it, I would have forgotten. Since Ethan started mentoring students, he only had one word for our anniversary. Busy. Last year's anniversary, I called him nervously and excitedly. The one answering wasn't Ethan. It was Chloe. "Mrs. Clarke, Professor Clarke is drunk. Do you want to call back when he is sober?" Hearing Chloe's voice, I felt like a bucket of cold water was poured from head to toe. Ethan disliked others touching his phone, even I was no exception. The first year of marriage, I accidentally took his phone by mistake. Although he said nothing. But his expression wasn't good. Since then, I never touched his phone again. However, Chloe could answer his calls without permission. Because of this, I had another big fight with Ethan. He slammed the door and left. Those meals and gifts I carefully prepared were left overnight just like that. I turned around, "Forgot." Ethan's expression froze, face full of disbelief. "Forgot?" I didn't answer him again. Went upstairs, back to the room. Chapter 2 In the middle of the night, I was woken up by noises downstairs. Opened the door groggily, wanting to go down to see what was happening. Just walked to the stairs, heard Chloe's voice. "I want to know what I did wrong? Professor, did Mrs. Clarke misunderstand something about us?" "You keep ignoring me, not replying to my messages." "If so, I can go explain to Mrs. Clarke." Speaking to the end, Chloe's voice was already tinged with crying. Chloe is the only female student among the students Ethan has mentored for two years. Perhaps for this reason, others intentionally or unintentionally took extra care of her. Even Ethan mentioned her name much more often. After a long time, Ethan's helpless voice sounded. "It has nothing to do with you, don't blame yourself." "Really?" Chloe asked suspiciously with a crying tone: "But, you ignore me." "Mm." Chloe finally smiled. I walked down slowly. Just happened to bump into Chloe throwing herself into Ethan's arms, hugging Ethan's neck tightly. I glanced, didn't speak. Bypassed them to get water. Ethan's face changed. Pushed Chloe away abruptly. Chloe wiped her face somewhat flustered, explaining to me carefully: "Mrs. Clarke, it's not what you saw. I was just too excited, so..." I turned my head, smiled: "It's okay, no need to explain." "I want to rest, please keep it down." Chloe's face froze, subconsciously looking at Ethan. After sending Chloe away, Ethan came up to find me. "Emily." He said somewhat tiredly: "There are problems between us, let's talk properly." I smiled: "What do you want to talk about?" "Talk about Chloe?" Ethan was silent. I sighed, looking at him with exceptionally calm eyes, calm as if looking at a stranger. "Ethan, I don't think there's anything to talk about. Chloe is your student, and your only female student. It's normal for you to be good to her. I won't be angry about these things, you don't need to explain to me specially." I said: "Nothing to explain, I understand all." Ethan's face turned white instantly. These were the words he said to me during our umpteenth argument about Chloe. Now I return them intact. He wanted to say something more, phone rang. It was Chloe calling. Ethan looked at me, hesitated. Finally picked it up, and turned on speaker. Chloe on the other end cried: "Professor Clarke, I got into a car accident, can you come over? I'm so scared." Ethan frowned. "Did you call 911? Don't worry, I'll find someone to go over." Hung up the phone. Ethan lowered his head dialing someone. Explained the matter in a few words then hung up. He looked at me, speechless for a moment. I spoke first: "If known earlier, how good if you sent her back just now." Ethan was silent for a long time, then said: "It wasn't convenient for me to send her." I twitched my lips. The conversation with Ethan didn't continue after all. He went back to the room. I was completely sleepless. Half an hour later, a very light door closing sound came from outside. Not long after, car sound rang. Ethan still went to find Chloe. I lay in bed, suddenly laughed. Chapter 3 Ethan and I met in the same competition in college. It was also me who pursued him actively. After three years of campus romance with Ethan, we got married after graduation. Two years after marriage, my relationship with Ethan was quite good. In the first year of his PhD, he won a breakthrough prize in physics. With his solid strength, he stayed at the university to mentor students after graduation. Becoming the youngest professor in the department. Ethan started to become very busy. Busy with experiments every day, frequent business trips, I understood all. Even on my birthday, he didn't come back. No matter how lost I was, I still smiled and said it's okay, work is important. I felt sorry for his hard work mentoring students. Afraid he wouldn't eat well, I delivered meals to him whenever I had time. After a continuous year, he suddenly said: "No need to bring meals in the future, I can eat at the cafeteria, you running back and forth is too hard." Later I found out, Ethan accepted a female student. When asked, he said: "Recommended by another professor, inappropriate not to accept." I expressed understanding, didn't ask more. Until I found Chloe often circling around Ethan. She was innocent and romantic, interesting in speech, especially good at acting coquettishly. Ethan, who hated noisy people so much, allowed a Chloe to turn around him, texting him to share life. When he returned Chloe's lipstick, we had a big fight. Ethan felt I was making a fuss over nothing, "Emily, she is my student, don't be too sensitive." So, we had more and more conflicts. Quarrels became more frequent. All because of—Chloe. Even got to the point of divorce, but didn't divorce in the end. Ethan didn't agree. During that time, I was almost like a lunatic, checking Ethan's phone neurotically, questioning his schedule. As long as he didn't reply to messages, I started to think wildly. He took students to participate in competitions. I was questioning him crazily via messages. Until Chloe sent a voice message using his phone: "Mrs. Clarke, Professor is busy now, he will call you back when he finishes." "I know you have strong controlling desire, but you have to pick time to make a scene with him~" "Can you not disturb him for now?" I couldn't help it, sent many nasty words to Chloe. After Ethan came back, another big quarrel. He looked at me with disappointment: "Emily, how did you become like this?" "Do you know what impact your words will have on Chloe? If Chloe spreads those chat records, how will the school see me? And how will they see you?" "Have you thought about it?" Ethan didn't mention a word about Chloe crossing the line. Only determined I was making trouble without reason. Until I fainted from being too emotional. Waking up in the hospital, informed by the doctor of pregnancy. Thinking of this, I touched my belly. Pity, I will never have children again. Ethan didn't come back until the next morning. He didn't explain anything to me. I didn't ask either. Chloe was observed in the hospital for three days. After discharge, she sent many thank-you text messages to Ethan. After all, during the three days she was hospitalized, Ethan visited her whenever he had time. I didn't ask a single word. Did what I should do. Didn't even spare a look at Ethan. The other party hesitated to speak several times, but didn't know what to say. After dinner at night, Ethan stopped me. Said to me somewhat hesitantly: "She was hospitalized these few days, as a teacher, it's inappropriate for me not to visit her." I froze for a moment. Thought Ethan would say something. Didn't expect it was this matter. I raised a smile, "I understand, don't worry I won't trouble her." "Anything else?" Ethan seemed unable to bear it anymore, questioning me with trembling tone: "Emily, enough." "How long are you going to treat me like this?" He said: "You are different from before." My smile faded. Ethan looked at me. "Are you blaming me? The child is gone, I am also very sad." I looked at Ethan coldly. "Shouldn't I blame you?" Ethan went silent instantly. I accidentally fell from upstairs. Ethan, who was almost home, turned back to send Chloe home because she said there was no car. Before I finished the rest of my words, the phone was hung up. When I was finally sent to the hospital, the child was gone. Doctor said if came a bit earlier, maybe could have saved it. Then came another bad news, my body was too weak. After this child was forced to miscarry, it would be difficult for me to conceive again. When Ethan knew, he knelt by my hospital bed blaming himself for two days. Begging for my forgiveness. After I was discharged, he started to change. Except for necessary communication, he no longer contacted Chloe privately. Would actively let me check his phone, report his whereabouts to me. But I don't need it anymore. Too tired. And, I already bought a ticket to Chicago. I didn't look at Ethan anymore, turned and went upstairs. Chapter 4 The day I left, Ethan's team achieved another breakthrough and accepted an interview out of town. Also live-streamed. When the camera pointed at Ethan, he only said one sentence: "Thanks to my wife Emily." The live broadcast room boiled, praising him as a loving husband. Chloe's smile was a bit forced, but still finished the interview. I turned off the phone, went to the airport. Before boarding, Ethan called. Perhaps, this is the last call. Just picked up, heard Chloe's cheerful voice on the other end. "Professor Clarke, you are amazing!" "Let's celebrate well tonight?" I hung up the phone. Boarded the plane. Ethan subconsciously covered the phone, afraid of being heard by Emily. Hesitated, nodded. Chloe hugged his arm cheerfully, "Then Professor, it's settled." Ethan looked at the phone, only to find the call had long been hung up. The day he returned to Chicago. Chloe ran to his office in panic holding an urgent mail. "Pro... Professor, Mrs. Clarke sent this over." "What is it?" Although puzzled, Ethan still took it. After opening and seeing clearly what was inside. His face changed instantly. Ethan slowly pulled out the two sheets of paper. When seeing clearly what it was, the office quieted instantly. Chloe stammered: "...Mrs. Clarke, what... what does she mean?" "Does she want to divorce you?" Ethan turned a deaf ear. Staring dead at the divorce agreement in hand, where Emily's name was signed and fingerprint pressed. He never thought Emily would divorce him. Suddenly, his fingers felt something else in the file bag. His heart trembled. Understood what it was in his heart, but dared not believe. Ethan couldn't control his shaking hands, pouring out the contents. A silver ring. Plain band, nothing on it. That was their... wedding ring. When just married, they didn't have much money. Emily's parents didn't agree to her marrying Ethan. They felt Ethan came from a single-parent family, had nothing but good grades. Marrying would be suffering. Emily didn't listen, eloped with the marriage license to register with Ethan. When picking wedding rings, others looked at gold jewelry. Only Emily picked this. He was unwilling, Emily pretended to be angry. "Just buy me expensive ones when you make money later?" Ethan's eyes reddened instantly. He promised Emily to treat her well for a lifetime. But now, Emily wants to divorce him. "Professor Clarke?" Chloe called him twice again. Ethan came back from his thoughts. He didn't sign. Put the things back. Chloe glanced at the agreement, complaining: "Mrs. Clarke is too insensible, knowing you just came back tired, still throwing a small temper." "Professor, don't worry." "This isn't the first time Mrs. Clarke mentioned divorce to you, didn't she end up not divorcing?" Ethan frowned. Warned her in a deep voice, "Chloe, don't say this kind of words a second time." Chloe stuck out her tongue, a bit playful. "Okay." But Chloe's words also comforted him. When Emily made the biggest scene with him, they went directly to City Hall. But finally didn't divorce. He determined, this was Emily throwing a tantrum again. When returning home, Ethan found Emily's things missing by half. After coming back from Chicago, he was too busy to touch the ground. Didn't go home. Looking at the empty house, he called Emily. Checked Emily's messages repeatedly. Since the miscarriage, Emily changed a lot. No longer arguing or making noise with him, no longer asking about his whereabouts, nor actively texting him. Their chat page stopped at Ethan telling Emily about the business trip, the other party replied okay, after that it was his active sharing of life in Chicago, Emily didn't reply. Thinking of this, Ethan edited a message to send to Emily. [Emily, when are you coming back?] But waited for a long time, Emily didn't reply. Until before Ethan slept, phone vibrated. It was Emily's reply. [If need to process procedures, I will go back.]
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