Before I could answer, the call ended with a sharp click.
I let out a bitter laugh and contacted a lawyer about divorce.
But right after I sent the email, the nurse gasped.
“You’re bleeding.”
I looked down and saw a patch of red on my white pants.
The nurse hurried me to a doctor, but the words that followed hit me like a hammer.
“Congratulations—you’re pregnant.”
I froze, instinctively placing a hand on my stomach.
Ever since losing my parents, I had longed for a child of my own.
But why now, of all times…
After much hesitation, I withdrew the email.
I decided to give Ethan one more chance.
And give this baby one too.
By the time I finished at the hospital, it was late at night.
Even before I opened the door, I could hear laughter inside.
Ethan’s face and body were covered in foam.
Strange—this man who once couldn’t stand a drop of oil splattering on him during dinner was now letting Chloe smear him with shaving cream, smiling all the while.
When he saw me, Ethan hurriedly took the razor from her hand.
“Leave this to my wife. You’re clumsy—who’d ever marry you like that?”
Chloe, annoyed, threw a pillow at him.
“None of your business! It’s not like you’re the one marrying me!”
Ethan laughed, dodging while shielding her playfully.
I stood at the doorway, my chest tight at the sight of their intimacy.
This time, I didn’t pick up the razor like usual.
Instead, I went straight to change my dirty clothes.
When I came back, Ethan was gaming with Chloe, headphones on.
I walked over and handed him the ultrasound report.
He reluctantly turned from the screen.
“What’s this?”
Before he could look, Chloe shrieked:
“Babe, help! I’m about to get killed in-game!”
“And my ice cream’s melting—wipe it for me!”
“Gross,” Ethan muttered, but still wiped her mouth.
He wrapped the ultrasound slip around the half-melted cone and tossed it into the trash.
I touched my stomach, unable to even speak.
That night, Ethan hugged me from behind, whispering in my ear:
“Happy anniversary, babe.”
His words brought back a flood of memories.
We’d met at a college dance, where he fell in love at first sight and pursued me for three years.
Back then, he remembered every detail of my likes and dislikes, tracked my cycle, and always found ways to cheer me up.
He told me my feelings were what mattered most.
During my senior year, when I lost both my parents, Ethan was the one who stayed by my side.
His warmth and care made me fall completely.
But when had he changed?
Probably when Chloe came back from abroad.
I still remembered the first time she showed up—she threw her arm around Ethan’s shoulders with a laugh:
“Ethan, missed your daddy yet?”
