Chapter 1

Ethan thinks I'm dirty because I drive for Uber.

If my hands touch his shirt after touching the steering wheel, he has to disinfect it.

For seven years of marriage, he constantly tells me I'm an embarrassment, that I'm just a poor driver who doesn't deserve a university professor like him.

That night, after dropping off my last passenger and preparing to clock out, the female passenger had a six-year-old boy with her.

As soon as they got in, she called her husband saying she was coming home for their anniversary.

The voice on the phone sounded exactly like my husband, Ethan.

Clinging to one last shred of hope, I asked the boy his father's name.

He lifted his little face proudly and said:

"My daddy's name is Ethan Morrison. He's a university professor! He even got his PhD just to marry my mom!"

My hands gripping the steering wheel went ice cold.

Throughout our seven-year marriage, he said he wanted to focus on his career and didn't want kids.

But I never imagined his illegitimate son was already six years old.

When I got home, just as I was about to confront him, I heard him on the phone with his father:

"Arrange a car accident for Anna to give her amnesia. Once she's out of it, we'll take her money and bring my wife and son home."

I didn't argue or make a scene.

I just opened my mom's chat and sent one message:

[Mom, I agree to the Lancaster arranged marriage. I want to take everything from the Morrison family.]