Chapter 5

I looked expressionlessly at the malice in the young woman's eyes.

Seeing my silence, Ethan said coldly:

"Sophia, don't forget—your parents' ashes are buried in the cemetery I bought."

"You wouldn't want them to end up like this house... would you?"

My heart felt like a huge chunk had been carved out with a knife. Even breathing tasted like blood.

I slowly nodded.

"Fine. I'll go."

Nina broke into a smile and threw herself into Ethan's arms.

He took Nina to order wedding dresses and book the venue.

Before leaving, he paused.

Rarely, he explained to me peacefully:

"Sophia, it's just a wedding. It won't shake your position as Mrs. Turner."

I said calmly:

"Okay."

He looked at me deeply, finally showing a smile:

"You don't need to take care of Nina during this time. Rest well in the hospital. After the baby is born, we'll take the child on a family trip. Consider it my compensation to you."

I still calmly said okay.

Only then did Ethan leave satisfied.

On the wedding day, Ethan was afraid I'd cause trouble, so he had bodyguards take me to the dressing room early to watch over me.

Nina acted coquettishly, saying her wedding dress was too heavy and she couldn't put on her shoes.

"Mrs. Turner, help me out."

Ethan frowned slightly, instinctively looking at me.

I lowered my eyes, knelt down, lifted the wedding dress, and helped her put on her shoes.

Ethan looked at me with a complicated expression, pursing his lips as if wanting to say something, but Nina pushed him.

"Honey, I'm thirsty. Go get me some orange juice."

Hearing this, Ethan smiled and ruffled her hair, then turned and walked out.

As soon as he left, Nina kicked me in the chest.

She looked at me mockingly and said:

"Sophia, you don't think I'm some gold digger clinging to a rich man, do you?"

"You probably don't know—Ethan and I have been in love for nearly ten years too."

Seeing the shock in my eyes, she smiled viciously:

"Ethan said I was too young and shouldn't suffer with him, so he only dated me while marrying you."

"He was afraid of wronging me. The first money he earned, he told you was taken by debt collectors, but actually he bought me designer bags. Every time I felt wronged, he'd have those people come to your house and stage debt collection scenes, taking the money to buy me bags."

"One million eight hundred thousand in total. Oh, and there was a worthless bracelet that I threw away."

My whole body trembled uncontrollably.

One million eight hundred thousand—that was the money I earned over those years to pay off Ethan's debts.

At my most exhausted, I even collapsed on the assembly line and nearly got pulled into the machinery.

When Ethan found out, he held me trembling, saying it was his fault.

How ridiculous that I comforted him then, smiling and saying I didn't blame him...

It was all fake!

He'd been lying to me all along!

Nina kept chattering:

"Later when you got pregnant, I was so angry I wouldn't let him touch me. So he staged a scene with business partners, getting you so drunk you miscarried. You don't even know—when you were unconscious in the operating room, he was calling me, begging me not to be angry at him."

These words hit me like a bludgeon. Everything went dark before my eyes.

Nina's face suddenly turned vicious, full of resentment as she looked at me:

"But he loves me so much, yet still won't divorce you and marry me!"

"You're just relying on Ethan's soft heart and sentimentality, relying on the fact that you suffered through his startup days with him to suppress me."

She suddenly laughed:

"Tell me—if Ethan knew you hurt the child in my belly, would he still care about that bit of history between you two?"

All my hair stood on end. I immediately turned to run out.

Behind me, Nina grabbed a champagne bottle and smashed it hard against her own belly, screaming.

"Ethan! Save me!"

The dressing room door was kicked open by Ethan. He grabbed my wrist and threw me to the floor.

His eyes were bloodshot as he looked at Nina collapsed on the ground, blood spreading from under her dress.

"It wasn't me..."

My explanation was choked off by Ethan's hand around my throat.

His eyes blood-red, he roared at me:

"Sophia! You won't even spare a child! You disgust me!!"

"You caused Nina to lose her child. Don't blame me for going after your dead parents."

Through my terrified, agonized tears, he directly ordered:

"Dig up Sophia's parents' graves. Grind their bones to dust and flush them down the sewers."

"No!"

I screamed:

"Ethan! You maniac! The dressing room has surveillance cameras! Go check them! It wasn't me!!"

Sophia trembled as she stood up, turned and ran toward the window:

"Without the child, what's the point of living? I might as well die!"

"Mrs. Turner, frame me however you want!"

Ethan's face changed drastically. He shoved me aside and rushed over to grab Sophia.

He looked at me with a cold expression, saying each word clearly:

"Sophia, you've exhausted the last bit of affection I had for you. For hurting my love and my child, I won't let you off."

He said coldly:

"Send her to prison. Tell the people inside to take good care of her."

"I don't want her to have a single good day in there."

...

Ethan ran red lights all the way to the hospital.

He carried Nina and rushed directly into the emergency room:

"Save my love and my child! If you can save my child, I'll donate ten million to your hospital!"

The on-duty doctor was startled and stared at Ethan in shock:

"Mr. Turner?"

He frowned, looking at Ethan, then at Nina lying pale and fragile on the bed.

He asked in confusion:

"Your child? Mr. Turner, you have azoospermia and are infertile. How could you have a child?"