It was a meticulously embroidered “Hundred
Gods Celebrating Longevity” painting.
Clearly, I’d spent months hand–stitching it.
Moved, Grandpa Smith, his eyes teary,
opened the second gift.
It was the heirloom jewelry Grandma Smith
had given me at our wedding.
The room fell silent.
In high society, returning ancestral jewelry
meant something everyone understood.
Before Grandpa Smith could react, Ethan, his
face ashen, walked to the third gift.
As I’d planned, he opened my final gift.
The box was large.
But the contents were meager.
Only a divorce agreement and a medical
report.
Ethan froze.
Divorce?
She wanted a divorce?
Impossible.
After reading the report, Grandpa Smith
publicly slapped Ethan, “You monster! Look
what you’ve done! I shouldn’t have let you
marry Sarah! You ruined her life!”
Seeing Grandpa Smith nearly faint, the family
rushed to support him.
Everyone discreetly left, but Ethan remained,
staring at the divorce papers.
After a long time, he expressionlessly tore
them into pieces.
Ignoring Jenny’s cries, he took the keys from
the driver and drove to the old Smith house.
It was dark.
He lowered the window, sat in the driveway,
smoking all night until his throat was sore and
く
his voice hoarse, but no lights turned on.
Five days later, he discovered I’d left the
country.
Why leave?
Did she not want to see him?
He’d made a mistake men everywhere make.
Why could Sarah just leave and file for
divorce?
He wouldn’t allow it!
After finding my location, he booked the
fastest flight, leaving straight from the office.
At the airport, Jenny, tearful, found him.
“Ethan, are you leaving me and the baby?”
Glancing at her growing belly, he patted her
head, “I’ve arranged a new place for you. Move there today.”
Her tears flowed, “As long as I’m with you, I’ll
live anywhere. But our baby is innocent. If
Sarah truly loved you, she should accept our
child, not ruin Grandpa’s birthday and
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embarrass you and the family! She’s…”
He coldly interrupted, “What right do you
have to judge my wife?”
“Jenny, I thought you were sensible. You
haven’t understood your place.”
Taking his boarding pass, he looked down at
her coldly, “No matter how many children I
have outside, Sarah will always be my only
wife. And when you leave the villa, take
everything. I don’t want Sarah to see anything
that reminds her of you and get upset again.”
