The Last Time I Loved Him (Autumn and Ryan)

Chapter 4

It was completely dark when Ethan returned.

He seemed to be in a good mood, with a smile on his face.

Just as I was about to get the divorce papers, a sudden wave of nausea rushed through my stomach. I dry-heaved at the trash can, unable to vomit anything.

Ethan gently stroked my back from the side and, after a long silence, spoke.

"Honey, it can't be. could you be. pregnant?"

At once, I froze, my body stiffened.

Naturally, after discovering Ethan's affair, I hadn't slept with him. But before that, I had.

Besides, I had given up my company's business to prepare for pregnancy, and we hadn't used any protection.

This wasn't the first time I had this nauseous feeling.

Al suspicions were confirmed when I saw the two lines on the pregnancy test.

I was really pregnant.

It felt as though the heavens were playing a cruel joke on me.

Just as I had decided to divorce Ethan, I found out I was pregnant.

My firm resolve faltered for a moment.

I had loved him with no reservations.

Another reason for my hesitation was that, during our premarital check-up, we had discovered that one of my fallopian tubes was naturally blocked and that I had polycystic ovaries. This meant that my chances of getting pregnant were significantly lower than the average woman's.

Ethan had hesitated briefly at first, but despite the objections, he married me.

There had been a time when I naively thought this was true love.

When I came out of the bathroom, Ethan rushed to me. He was momentarily stunned when he saw the pregnancy test in my hand, then he eagerly wrapped his arms around me. "Honey, I'm going to be a dad! I'm going to be a dad!"

He kept repeating it in my ear, but I couldn't focus on his words.

The unfamiliar scent of perfume filled my nostrils as he approached.

My mind was in chaos, and everything I had planned was now disrupted by this pregnancy.

Suddenly, Ethan seemed to remember something and asked, "Honey, what was it you wanted to tell me?"

I looked at him, opened my mouth, but the word "divorce"

wouldn't come out.

In the end, I simply shook my head and said, "It's nothing."

That night, Ethan was like a man on fire, filled with energy. He immediately started buying baby clothes and toys online.

He even excitedly went to the study to design the nursery.

I gently touched my stomach, feeling an inexplicable mix of frustration and confusion.

I barely slept that night.

In the end, I decided to give Ethan a chance.

My family was a single-parent household. After my parents divorced, my mother found out she was pregnant with me.

By then, my father had already started a new family, and my mother raised me on her own.

Because I didn't have a father, my classmates bullied me without remorse, and my relatives and neighbors treated me cruelly.

This led to an inexplicable obsession with the idea of a "complete" family.

I didn't want my child to grow up like I did, without a father.

As for Ethan and Grace, I had decided to confront the situation.

As long as Ethan was willing to cut ties with her, I could forgive him.

I learned from company employees that Grace was now Ethan's secretary.

So, the next day, I prepared lunch and took it to his office.

An hour later, I returned.

This time, I didn't hesitate; I simply pushed the door open.

Just as I had suspected, Grace was there.

The two of them were lying on the couch when I entered. Ethan was on top of her, his hand already inside her skirt.

On the coffee table, their leftover food sat untouched.

Even though I had braced myself for this moment, I was still shaking with rage when I saw it with my own eyes.

Ethan was the first to react. He jumped up in panic, then stood in front of Grace, blocking her defensively. "What... What are you doing here?"

Grace, however, showed no sign of panic. She calmly straightened her clothes and looked me over, even

raising her eyebrows when our eyes met.

Al the accumulated anger inside me exploded at the sight of her smug expression.

I quickly walked up and slapped Ethan across the face.

Then, when he didn't react in time, I kicked Grace hard in the stomach.

I wasn't weak, and I put all my strength into that kick.

Things quickly spiraled out of control.

Grace's back slammed against the sofa

wide a muffled thud. Her eyes

widened in disbelief, and as soon as Ethan turned back, her tears began to flow.

"Ethan, my stomach hurts," she sobbed.

Ethan's initial panic faded and was replaced by anger. He shoved me away roughly.

He was strong, and I was knocked back into the corner of a desk with a loud crack.

"Autumn, what the hell is wrong with you? This has nothing to do with Grace. Why are you taking it out on her?"

After those words, he walked over to the couch, crouched down, and gently wiped Grace's tears away.

The tenderness in his eyes was overwhelming.

He lifted his hand and gently rubbed her stomach.

"Does that feel better?"

As Ethan drew closer, Grace leaned into his arms.

She wrapped her arms around his neck tightly, sobbing softly.

"It hurts..."

Ethan tenderly patted her head.

"Don't worry. I'll take you to the hospital."

He frowned and carefully picked her up, while spoke through the pain "Ethan, if you go with her, I'll divorce you and I won't keep the baby!"

Ethan paused for a moment, then turned slightly to look at me.

His eyes were cold and full of malice.

"Autumn Brown, if anything happens to Grace, I won't let you get away with it."

Before I could say anything more, all that was left was his retreating back as he rushed off with Grace.

He didn't even bother to explain anything to me, his attention solely focused on Grace.

I suddenly felt so foolish, the whole situation seemed pointless.

Even though I had put everything I had into that kick, I knew Grace wasn't that fragile.

Ethan wasn't stupid. I didn't believe for a second that he couldn't see through Grace's poor acting.