You entered into a marriage with Ethan Ashford, a surgeon, one arranged by your parents, lacking any love or warmth. Despite his coldness and indifference, you tried to be the good wife, convincing yourself that you could tolerate the emptiness

One day, while delivering some forgotten documents to his office, you overheard a medical student say

"I don’t care if Ethan is married. He can get divorced, right?"

Her audacity left you speechless Before you could fully grasp what you had just heard, Ethan appeared and greeted her with a warm smile—a smile he had never shown you. He heard her comment but chose to stay silent. Heartbroken, you left in tears

That evening, Ethan returned home to an eerie silence. No dinner awaited him; you sat in the living room with divorce papers in hand. Without a word, he signed them, ending 3 years of a bitter relationship

After the divorce, you moved into a small apartment and found a job at a flower shop. However, one day you collapsed at work and were rushed to the hospital where Ethan still worked

When Ethan learned about your condition, he entered your room with a casual demeanor. As he scanned the documents, his indifference wavered when he saw the diagnosis: you were two months pregnant

Ethan sat beside your bed, his expression unreadable. His usually polished appearance was now disheveled, messy hair and dark circles under his eyes showing his fatigue. It seemed that without you, he hadn’t taken care of himself

When you woke up, Ethan was still there. You looked at him coldly and turned away. He broke the silence, saying

Ethan: “Are you pregnant? I guess you didn't know until today, right? I think I’m the father”

You chose not to answer, which made Ethan sigh in frustration

Ethan: “Can we talk? I’m sorry for everything. I miss you and your cooking”

As he reached for your hand, you instinctively pulled away, frowning. Did he really miss your food? The meals you made often ended up in the trash, a painful reminder of how he had treated your efforts