Chapter 4

After Ethan left, I slept all afternoon.

When I woke up, it was already dark.

I casually picked up my phone and scrolled through social media, when I saw a post from an unfamiliar secondary account.

It was a family photo taken at the hospital.

Luna held the baby, Ethan sat beside her, and Ethan's parents stood nearby with big smiles.

The caption read: [Four years with my husband, and now we have our little baby! The whole family is spoiling me like a little princess again!]

The most striking comment below was from Ethan's mother.

[Our harmonious family is the greatest happiness!]

A harmonious family?

Could a mistress and her child really be called a harmonious family?

Married for five years, but they'd been together for four?

So they all knew.

They were all keeping it from me.

I pressed my lips together and couldn't help but laugh.

I laughed until tears poured down in large drops that I couldn't wipe away fast enough.

Ethan.

I regret this so much.

Late that night, I finally calmed my emotions and returned to the bedroom.

I was about to take my vitamins when I noticed the pills looked different from usual.

Although I studied obstetrics and gynecology, I could still tell the difference between pills.

Unless I was drowsy and not fully conscious, it would be impossible to mix them up.

The pill bottle sat on the nightstand.

Normally, no one except Ethan could freely enter and exit.

The answer was obvious.

The hand holding the pills began to tremble uncontrollably.

In the end, my whole body went limp and I collapsed to the floor with a thud.

"It can't be..."

I desperately tried to comfort myself, desperately wanted to believe in Ethan.

After all, we had truly been in love for several years.

At our most loving, he even protected me underneath him during a car accident, just to keep me safe.

He said, "Sophia, you're far more important to me than I am to myself. I can't lose you."

That day, I cried until I nearly lost my voice, swearing I'd only love him for the rest of my life.

Today, I was equally choked with tears, but I was searching for reasons to believe in him.

Ethan.

Please, please don't let it be you...

On the third day, I asked Cassidy.

"Sophia, this is a hormone pill. A pregnant woman absolutely can't take this randomly. It could easily cause fetal deformities."

I completely froze in place, unable to hear anything else.

The guilt in Ethan's eyes when he left that day—I finally understood it.

My last shred of hope for Ethan was completely shattered.

Years of feelings, unable to withstand the high pressure, finally collapsed entirely.