Jenny, stunned, stared at his back, crying and
laughing, “Ha, Ethan, you’re more naive than I
thought. You hurt Sarah deeply. She’ll never
come back.”
Women understand women best, but Ethan
didn’t heed her words.
He knew his wife.
No matter how angry Sarah got, a sincere
apology and gifts would appease her.
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But this time, she’d even printed a divorce
agreement. Regular gifts wouldn’t suffice.
After much thought, he found a tattoo parlor.
He showed the artist a design I’d sent him
five years ago, “I’m in a hurry, no anesthetic.”
Seven hours later, Ethan, in a blood–stained
shirt, hurried out.
He bought a ten–million–dollar gift and 999
white roses.
Nearly forty–eight hours awake, he drove to a
vineyard on the outskirts of London.
On the highway, he nervously rehearsed his
apology.
No matter how he practiced, his first words
would always be, “Sarah, I miss you.”
Finally, he found me.
But his flowers fell–I was in the arms of a
tall, handsome man.
With a smile he’d never seen, she was
playfully feeding him grapes.
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He didn’t say, “I miss you.”
He simply asked, “Who is he?”
Sensing my stiffness, Liam tightened his.
embrace.
“You’re Ethan, right? I’ve seen your wedding
photo with Sarah. You’re even uglier in
person.”
Seeing me relax and giggle, Ethan felt a blow
to his chest, clenching his fists until his nails
drew blood.
“Since you traveled so far, let me introduce
myself. I’m Liam, Sarah’s…”
“Liam? I know. You’re the adopted son of the
Smith family driver. The ungrateful wretch
Grandma Smith kicked out.”
Liam wasn’t fazed.
I frowned, “Ethan, Liam isn’t like that. Why
are you here? Trespassing is illegal.”
Hearing I wanted him gone, he looked terrible.
He’d forgotten he was here to apologize, not
argue.
“Sarah, I’m here, please stop acting like a
child and come home.”
“Home?”
I looked at him like he was crazy. “Did you hit
your head? We’re divorced. Didn’t you see the
signed agreement?”
Packages could get lost.
As I thought about printing another copy, he said confidently, “I tore that agreement to shreds. Sarah, I know you’re angry about
Jenny. I’ve dealt with her; she won’t bother
you again.”
He rushed towards me, trying to touch my
face.
I pushed him away. My tone was flat, “Mr.
Smith, when the Smith family fell on hard
times, only the Smiths helped. For nine years,
I repaid that debt. Now Jenny’s pregnant, the
Smiths have an heir. I sincerely wish your
family happiness.”
Ethan understood I was leaving.
He panicked.
“Wife, why are you saying this? Was it only to
repay the debt? You think I’ll believe that lie?” No, he wouldn’t.
If I didn’t love him, why did I ask for a kiss
every morning? Why did I cry and wait outside
the operating room when he had surgery?
I loved him deeply.
Everyone could see it.
But what did he do?
The more obedient I was, the more he
humiliated me.
He forgot that hearts are fragile. After
enough pain, numbness sets in, and you stop
self–destructing.
With a sad smile, his eyes red, he looked at
me deeply, “Sarah, I didn’t know Jenny would
upset you so much. She was a one–night
stand after too much alcohol. I brought her
home out of obligation. After she gives birth, she’ll emigrate. Okay?”
