Chapter 6

Joanna POV

The next morning, Ethan and I were eating breakfast together.

My phone suddenly rang.

"Miss White, your visa has been approved. You can travel at any time."

Ethan's chopsticks immediately paused. He looked up sharply, his eyes suddenly tense. "What visa?"

I calmly put away my phone, my expression unchanged. "I'm planning to take my annual leave in a few days and go out to relax."

Hearing me say tourism, Ethan breathed a sigh of relief.

He put down his chopsticks, held my hand and said warmly, "Where does Joanna want to go? If the company isn't too busy, let's go together. We haven't traveled together in so long."

I just smiled faintly without answering.

I knew Ethan wouldn't go.

Ethan gripped my hand tightly. "Joanna, we'll definitely be together for a lifetime, right?"

I looked up at him and asked in return, "Why ask this suddenly? So insecure? Have you fallen in love with someone else?"

Ethan immediately shook his head, his eyes so resolute you couldn't find any flaws. "How could that be? You're the one I worked so hard to marry. How could I bear to make you sad?"

I stared into his eyes. "Then swear it."

Ethan froze for a moment. His Adam's apple bobbed. After a moment, he spoke, "I swear, if I betray Joanna, let me get cancer."

I sneered inwardly.

So men's vows were this cheap.

They could casually make vows, then turn around and trample all their promises underfoot.

In the morning, I went to the hospital and submitted my resignation letter to the director.

The director looked at the resignation letter, his brows tightly furrowed, trying to persuade me to stay. "You're one of the hospital's most talented doctors. In two more years you'll be promoted. You have a great future. Don't be impulsive."

"I've already made up my mind." My tone was calm. "I'll be leaving next week."

The director sighed. Knowing my mind was made up, he didn't try to keep me further. Shaking his head, he signed the report.

At noon, Ethan sent a message saying the company had a big project to discuss recently and he really couldn't spare the time, so he couldn't accompany me on the trip. He'd definitely make it up next time. He apologized and made promises, sending several voice messages.

I looked at those voice messages without even the interest to open them. I directly locked the screen.

I had known this would be the result all along.

Just as I was about to put down my phone, Sophia, who had added me as a friend but remained silent, suddenly sent me a message.

It was a medical report.

Ultrasound showed: intrauterine early pregnancy, 12 weeks + 3 days gestation.

I stared at that report, sneering inwardly.

Over three months.

So Ethan wasn't going on the trip not because the company was busy, but because Sophia was pregnant and he had to stay here to accompany her.

I tossed my phone aside and slumped in my chair.

I walked home, my mind repeatedly asking myself, how did my marriage become like this?

My love, my marriage, how did they fail so miserably?

In the evening, Ethan's parents called, saying they hadn't seen us in a long time and asked us to come home for dinner.

Ethan drove me back.

The Parker family was very wealthy, but my parents were ordinary people.

Normally, I could never have married Ethan.

But after his parents accepted me, they never held it over me. They treated me quite well.

At the dinner table, his mother served me food several times, asking if I'd been tired from work lately and whether I'd been eating properly.

I responded politely, but my heart felt heavy as stone.

Halfway through the meal, his mother finally revealed the real purpose of calling us back today.

"Joanna, you and Ethan have been married for four years. You should consider having a child."

His father nodded along. "Yes, we'd like to welcome a new family member too."

Ethan had always wanted children, but I was too busy with work and in the middle of my career advancement, so we'd never tried for a baby.

But in front of his parents, Ethan always took responsibility himself and never put me in a difficult position.

This time was no different. Ethan spoke gently, "Joanna and I are still young. We want to focus on our careers first. There's no rush for children."

But I suddenly put down my utensils and smiled. "Mom, Dad, soon. I used tarot cards to divine the future. Ethan will become a father this year."

At those words, his parents immediately lit up with joy.

"Really? That's wonderful!" His mother excitedly grabbed my hand. "Joanna, if you get pregnant, put work aside. Your health is more important."

Ethan suddenly looked up at me. The guilt and panic in his eyes were obvious.

He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but swallowed it back.

I smiled and responded to his parents, not sparing Ethan another glance.

I said Ethan would become a father, but I never said I'd be the one having the child.

The baby in Sophia's belly would call Ethan daddy too, wouldn't it?