Chapter 6

Vivian's POV

I went upstairs alone. Not long after, footsteps sounded in the hallway.

Sabrina walked in, her face showing a triumphant and arrogant smile.

She sat down on the edge of the bed and crossed her legs. "Vivian, your room is so shabby. But then again, no wonder. The Hunt family doesn't recognize you as Ethan's wife."

I sat by the window, ignoring her.

Sabrina continued, "Last time on your anniversary, Ethan said he had to work overtime and couldn't be with you. Actually, he took me to the Maldives."

She pulled out her phone, scrolled through several photos, and thrust them in front of me.

A beach at sunset. Ethan was half-kneeling on the ground, tying Sabrina's shoelaces.

In another, he sat on a couch with Sabrina lying on his lap while he massaged her feet.

"He cares about me so much. When I said my feet hurt, he immediately rubbed them. When I said I wanted strawberries from the farm, he went to buy them for me in the middle of the night."

Sabrina's smile grew even more arrogant. "Remember that day when it was pouring rain and he told you to take a cab home yourself? That day he was at my place. We were in bed. How could he have time for you?"

My fingers tightened slightly, but I still didn't acknowledge her.

Seeing me remain silent, Sabrina became even more enthusiastic.

She leaned close to me and lowered her voice. "He told me you just lie there like a dead fish in bed, that having sex with you is no fun at all. I'm the one who understands him, who knows what positions he likes."

I finally raised my head and looked at her calmly. "Are you done?"

Sabrina froze, probably not expecting me to react so coldly.

She continued, "You really think he loves you? Vivian, he stopped loving you long ago. What he feels for you is responsibility, gratitude."

"But your family shouldn't be too greedy. He's the Hunt heir now. You're not good enough for him. Leave on your own. Don't cling to him."

My voice was flat. "Are you finished? If so, get out."

Sabrina was enraged by my indifferent attitude.

She suddenly stood up, looking down at me from above. "Did he tell you he doesn't want children? But I'm pregnant!"

"Ethan personally promised that the child in my belly will be the Hunt heir. There won't be any other children. He watched you suffer the Hunt family's difficulties and still didn't want to have a child with you. What are you still doing here?"

I lowered my eyes.

That sentence did hurt.

But I'd already decided to leave. I didn't want to think about these things anymore.

Seeing me still silent, viciousness flashed in Sabrina's eyes.

She grabbed me and dragged me toward the stairs.

At the top of the stairs, Sabrina suddenly threw herself backward, rolling down the stairs. Her head hit the steps, and blood immediately gushed out.

Not only that, blood also seeped between her legs.

Sabrina lay at the bottom of the stairs, shrieking, "Why did you push me!"

Ethan heard the sound and rushed over quickly.

Seeing blood flowing from both Sabrina's forehead and legs, his pupils constricted sharply. "Sabrina, how are you?"

Tears kept falling from Sabrina's eyes. "I told Vivian I was pregnant, and she pushed me. Ethan, save me, save my baby!"

Ethan suddenly raised his head and glared at me.

Ethan stared at me, his voice frighteningly cold. "When did you become so vicious!"

I just found it laughable.

Sabrina actually used such a crude method to frame me.

I opened my mouth, about to say "I didn't push her, there are cameras."

Before I could speak, Ethan slapped me across the face.

After hitting me, he didn't look at me again. He picked up Sabrina and headed out. "Don't be afraid. We'll go to the hospital right away. The baby will be fine."

Sabrina nestled in his arms, turned her head, and looked at me triumphantly.

I stood there, my fingers lightly touching the side of my face that had been struck.

I could barely feel the pain in my face.

Because my heart hurt too much.

I thought my heart had died long ago, gone numb, that it wouldn't hurt anymore.

I didn't expect it to still hurt.

Just then, my phone rang.

The caller ID showed: Dad.

I took a deep breath, suppressed all my emotions, and answered the call.

"Dad-"

I didn't even get to finish. My mom's panicked voice came through the phone.

"Vivian, get to the hospital right away! Something happened to your father!"