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It was arranged marriage. Thats what Ethen said. faced with pregnancy and divorced can Rose save her marriage from his childhood sweetheart?
Six weeks pregnant.
Shellshocked, I was riveted to the spot by the three words that appeared on my ultrasound report. It
only happened once! How did I get pregnant?
What should I do now?
Should I tell Ethen about this? Will he refuse to divorce me because of this? Nah, I doubt it! He'll
probably think that I'm shamelessly using this child to blackmail him.
Suppressing the frustration that was rooted in my heart, I stuffed the ultrasound report into my bag
as I made my way out of the hospital.
There was a Maybach waiting outside the hospital with one of its windows rolled down by a fraction.
An attractive man with a frosty expression could be vaguely seen sitting at the driver's seat.
A handsome man in a luxury car would undoubtedly garner the attention of many passersby.
Ethen Fuller was the epitome of wealth and good looks. I had long grown used to the curious gazes
of the passersby after so many years. Ignoring them, I slid into the front passenger seat.
When the man who was resting with his eyes closed felt a slight movement, an indistinct frown
settled between his brows. Without opening his eyes, he asked in a deep voice, "Has everything been
settled?"
"Yes!" I nodded as I passed the contract signed with the hospital to him, uttering, "Dr. Ludwick told
me to send his greetings to you." I had intended to sign the contract alone at the hospital today, but I
ran into Ethen on my way here. For a reason unknown to me, he offered to drive me here, saying
that it was on his way.
"You'll be in charge of the case." Ethen had always been a man of few words. He didn't take the
contract; instead, he gave me these instructions in a perfunctory manner before he started the car
engine.
I nodded and kept silent.
Obeying him and carrying out his orders seemed to be the only two things that I knew how to do.
The car drove toward the city center. It was already evening now, so I was confused as to where he
was headed if not back to the villa. Although I felt puzzled, I never took the initiative to ask him
anything. I simply remained silent.
The ultrasound report was at the forefront of my mind, but I didn't know how to broach the topic
with him. Caught in a dilemma, I peeked at him from the corner of my eye. As usual, he exuded a cold
and distant aura, his sharp and ruthless gaze focused straight ahead.
"Ethen!" I blurted out. My palms grew a little clammy as I clutched my bag; it was probably due to
my fraying nerves.
"Speak." This single syllable was barked out without a trace of emotion.
He had always treated me like this anyway. After a good few seconds, the tension gradually left my
body as I calmed my nerves. Taking a deep breath, I announced, "I'm..." Pregnant.
I had merely two words to confess, but I swallowed the second word that was on the tip of my tongue
the moment his phone abruptly rang.
"Daisy, what's wrong?" Some people only reserve their gentle and loving side for one person.
Ethen's gentle side was only reserved for Daisy Larson; it was plain to see from the way he
conversed with her.
Daisy's words over the phone caused Ethen to abruptly hit the brake as he spoke to her in a
soothing tone, "Alright. I'll be over in a while. Don't go anywhere, okay?"
As soon as the call ended, his icy expression slipped back into its place. Glancing at me, he ordered in
a clipped tone, "Get out."
His order left no room for discussion.
This was not the first time that he had kicked me out of his car. Seeing as such, I nodded and shoved
the words I had planned to say down my throat before opening the car door and getting down.
My marriage with Ethen came about due to a twist of fate, but love was never in the equation.
Ethen already had Daisy in his heart, so my existence was redundant. Perhaps, it could even be
considered an obstacle.
Two years ago, George Fuller, Ethen's grandfather, suffered from a heart attack. While he was
hospitalized, he forced Ethen to marry me. For his grandfather's sake, Ethen reluctantly did so.
During the two years that his grandfather was still around, Ethen disregarded my existence but
otherwise did nothing else. Now that his grandfather had passed on, he couldn't wait to get a lawyer
to draft the divorce papers for me to sign.
The sky was already dark when I returned to the villa. The enormous house was empty, resembling a
haunted house. Perhaps it was because of my pregnancy that I didn't have an appetite. Hence, I went
straight to my bedroom to wash up and call it a night.
In my drowsy state, I heard the faint sound of a car engine being switched off; it was coming from the
courtyard.
Is Ethen back?
Isn't he supposed to be with Daisy?
The bedroom door was abruptly pushed open before I could ponder any further. Slightly drenched,
Ethen headed straight for the bathroom without sparing me a second glance. Following that was the
sound of running water.
His return made it rather impossible for me to continue sleeping, so I got up and put on some clothes.
I took out a set of his pajamas from the wardrobe and placed it by the bathroom door before going
straight to the balcony.
As it was the monsoon season, it started to drizzle outside. The sky was dark and the sound of the rain
pelting on the bricks could be heard vaguely.
Sensing the sound of movement behind me, I turned and saw that Ethen had emerged from the
bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist. His hair was damp and the droplets of water
dripping down his muscular body created an enticing sight.
He probably noticed my gaze, so he glanced at me with a slight frown. "Come here," he commanded
in a voice void of emotion.
I obediently walked over and caught the towel that he had thrown toward me. He then demanded,
"Dry my hair."
I had long gotten accustomed to his domineering ways. Just as he sat on the edge of the bed, I climbed
onto it and kneeled behind him to wipe his hair.
"Grandpa's funeral is tomorrow. We should head over to the family home earlier," I reminded him. I
wasn't trying to make conversation with him. Rather, I was worried that he would possibly forget
about it as his mind was rather occupied with Daisy.
"Mm," he grunted out a response and said nothing further.
Knowing very well that he didn't want to interact with me, I kept mum and focused on drying his hair.
After that, I lay on the bed once again, ready to sleep.
I realized that I had been feeling rather sleepy lately, and attributed my behavior to my pregnancy.
Ethen would usually head to his study after he showered and would stay there until midnight. Given
that was the norm, I was befuddled when he got under the sheets after he put on his pajamas.
With reasonable effort, I managed to withhold my questions even though I was utterly confounded. In
spite of that, his arms suddenly wrapped around my waist as he pulled me in toward him. Then, a
feather-light kiss brushed across my lips.
I raised my eyes to gaze at him in perplexity. "Ethen, I'm..."
"Unwilling?" he questioned. His obsidian eyes flashed, a hint of wild desire swirling within them.
I lowered my gaze. Indeed, I was unwilling, but it wasn't for me to decide.
"Can you be gentler?" The fetus was only six weeks old and the risk of a miscarriage was high.
His brows furrowed, and without a word he rolled over and started ravaging me roughly. My body
curled from the pain and I could only do so much to protect the child from harm's way.
The rain started to pour heavily in tandem with his rough movements. Lightning flashed across the sky
and thunder boomed right after that, causing the room to be illuminated every time that happened.
After a long while, he got up and went into the bathroom.
Drenched in a cold sweat from the pain, I had the urge to get up to take some painkillers.
Nevertheless, I dismissed the idea as soon as I thought of the child.
All of a sudden, the phone on the bedside table rang. It was Ethen's phone. I glanced at the clock on
the wall and saw that it was already eleven o'clock.
Daisy was the only one who would call him at such an hour.
The sound of running water in the bathroom stopped. Ethen stepped out once again, wrapped in his
towel. Wiping his hands dry, he hurriedly answered the call.
Unable to hear the words that were being uttered on the other end of the line, I could only observe
Ethen's brows furrowing slightly as he exclaimed, "Daisy, stop fooling around!"
With that, he ended the call, got changed, and prepared to leave. In the past, I would have turned a
blind eye to it, but this time I abruptly grabbed Ethen's arm and pleaded softly, "Can you stay
tonight?"
He frowned as a hint of displeasure made its way to his handsome face. "Did I pleasure you so much
that you're starting to act out?"
His words oozed with sarcasm.
I was taken aback for a moment before I began to think that his words were absurd. Tilting my head
to gaze at him, I explained, "It's Grandpa's funeral tomorrow. Although you can't bear to let her go,
shouldn't you practice a little restraint?"
"Are you threatening me?" He narrowed his eyes at me. He gripped my chin in a trice and spat out in a
low and dangerous voice, "You seem to have grown a spine, Rose Stovall."
I knew very well that getting him to stay was impossible, but I still wanted to try my luck. Leveling my
gaze with his, I announced, "I agree to a divorce, but I have my conditions. Stay here tonight and
accompany me throughout Grandpa's funeral. I'll sign the divorce papers as soon as it ends."
His gaze narrowed. His dark orbs brimmed with ridicule and his mouth twitched slightly. "Please me."
He released my chin and leaned forward to whisper against my ear, "All talk and no action will get you
nowhere, Rose."
His voice was icy with a hint of provocation. I knew what he meant, so I snaked my arms around his
waist as I leaned my face close to his. I probably looked comical due to the height difference between
us.
I didn't know how to feel about it; I had used such a despicable method to force the person I liked to
stay with me. Pathetic, perhaps.
Following my instincts, I was about to slide my hand downwards when I was suddenly grabbed by him.
I snapped my head up and was met with his dark and impenetrable eyes. "That's enough."
His flat voice stunned me for a moment as I tried but failed to comprehend his words. He then took
his grey pajamas from the bed and put them on in a few elegant motions.
I was dumbfounded for a while before I eventually recovered from my shock. Is he... staying?
To my utter misfortune, before I could even feel happy about my accomplishment, a woman's voice
sounded outside the window amidst the pitter-patter of the rain. "Ethen..."
While I was still in shock, Ethen had already reacted. He walked toward the balcony in large strides
and looked out. Then, with a gloomy expression, he picked up his coat and left the bedroom.
Daisy was standing in the rain below the balcony. The cold droplets had already drenched her thin
dress completely by then. The beautiful woman was already frail, and she looked increasingly pitiful
as she persevered in the rain.
Draping the coat that he had brought with him over her shoulders, Ethen was about to chide
Daisy. In spite of that, she hugged him tightly and sobbed in his arms.
As the scene unfolded, a sudden realization dawned upon me. I finally understood why my two-year
marriage with Ethen couldn't compare to a single phone call from Daisy.
Ethen led Daisy into the villa with his arm around her. I stood at the top of the stairs when he
brought her up, blocking their way just as I scanned their soaked clothes.
"Get out of the way!" Ethen snapped in disgust.
Was I sad?
I didn't know, either, but my eyes hurt more than my heart did, having witnessed the person they
loved treating another woman as a precious gem, all while trampling all over me.
"Ethen, back when we'd gotten married, you promised Grandpa that you would never allow her to
set foot in this house as long as I am here." This was where Ethen and I lived together. On more
nights than I could count, I had let Daisy have him. As if that weren't enough, he was allowing her
taint the only place I could call mine.
"Hah!" Ethen sneered in return. Shoving me aside, he retorted coldly, "You think too highly of
yourself, Rose."
His mockery toward me knew no bounds. In the end, I could only watch as he brought Daisy into
the guest room like the bystander I was.
Tonight was destined to be a restless night.
Daisy was exposed to the heavy downpour outside. Her body was already weak, to begin with, so
she developed a high fever from standing in the rain. Ethen cared for her like a precious gem,
assisting her in changing into a clean set of clothes while using a towel to bring down her
temperature.
Perhaps the sight of me standing there was an eyesore to him, so he directed his cold gaze at me and
ordered, "Go back to the Fullers' family home now! Daisy won't be able to go anywhere tonight in
her current state."
He wants me to go at this hour? Haha...
I guess I really am an eyesore.
After staring at Ethen for a long time, I couldn't find the words to remind him that the family home
was miles away from here; it would be dangerous for a woman to go out alone this late at night.
However, such things didn't concern him. He only cared about making sure that Daisy's rest wasn't
affected by my presence.
I forced myself to breathe through the bitter pain in my chest before declaring placidly, "I'll return to
the bedroom. It's not... appropriate to be heading to the family home now!"
I would not allow him to step all over me even though I knew he didn't cherish me one bit.
Upon leaving the guest room, I met Jared Crest along the corridor as he hurried over. Noticing that he
was still clad in his black pajamas, I deduced that he must have rushed over to the villa. He hadn't
even changed his shoes and his pajamas were almost completely soaked through.
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