Chapter 3

"Chloe! I said, we are not getting divorced!"

He chased me outside, pulling me into a tight embrace.

"I was really going to end it. Scarlett said this was the last time, and then she's moving to Europe!"

Scarlett followed him out, her eyes red.

"Chloe, I really wanted to let him go this time."

I opened my mouth, ready to tell them to go to hell.

But before I could speak, Derek, her ex-husband, walked up. He sneered at me with utter contempt.

"Ha, so you're Ethan's pathetic wife, huh?"

"Don't buy a single word Scarlett says! They've been hooking up since before we even got divorced!"

"They play dirty, too. They use toys I've never even seen before. Has your husband ever used those on you?"

"Shut up!"

Ethan's eyes turned bloodshot, and he lunged forward to punch him again.

Just then, Scarlett gasped, clutching her stomach, and collapsed to the pavement.

Ethan forgot all about the fight. He immediately scooped her up in his arms and rushed to his car.

As I watched his frantic retreat, my heart was torn to pieces once more.

"Ethan, this is the second time you've abandoned me for her."

I dragged my feet back to my empty apartment.

Hours later, Ethan returned. He looked exhausted, but there was a strange flicker of excitement in his eyes.

"Chloe," he called out softly.

"Scarlett is pregnant. The baby... is mine."

Terrified that I would lose my mind, he rushed over to hug me tightly.

"I'm so sorry. I didn't expect this either."

"But the baby is innocent. Scarlett had a miscarriage before and has a really hard time conceiving. She wants to keep it."

"I promise you, she will stay away and focus on her pregnancy. She won't ever show up in front of you. Once the baby is born, I will cut her off forever, I swear."

I clenched my fists so hard my nails dug into my palms. My chest ached with sharp pain.

I remembered how hard I had tried to get pregnant over the last three years. Every time I begged him for a baby, he would coldly dismiss it, saying it wasn't the right time.

Yet, after only three months of cheating with Scarlett, she was pregnant.

I pushed him away with all my strength.

"Whatever you do has nothing to do with me anymore, Ethan."

"We are divorcing. Period."

The guilt in Ethan's eyes instantly vanished, replaced by cold impatience.

"I am not divorcing you!"

"I told you, my feeling for Scarlett is purely physical. You are my only wife."

"Stop mentioning divorce. I will never sign the papers. In Boston, no lawyer will help you if I don't give the green light!"

I stared at him, my body shivering involuntarily.

Ethan hugged me again, his voice softening.

"Chloe, we are the perfect match. Aside from sex, you have to understand me."

"But don't worry. I've already booked a therapist. Once I work through my issues, our sex life will get better. I will adapt to you and give you a child."

My heart was completely shattered.

"Ethan, you are truly disgusting."

He didn't reply. He just kissed my forehead.

"I'll make it up to you, Chloe."

He didn't come home for the next three days.

Meanwhile, I was quietly gathering evidence, preparing to file a contested divorce.

Thankfully, a close friend of mine who was a top divorce attorney agreed to represent me.

A few days later, I returned to my apartment from the law firm.

The moment I stepped inside, Ethan rushed at me, his eyes wild and bloodshot.

"Chloe, look at what you've done!"

"Scarlett had a miscarriage! Why did you have to kill my baby?!"