Chapter 4

After throwing away the ring, I turned to leave.

I'd only taken two steps when Ethan grabbed me, his eyes red: "Lena, what do you mean? You really want to cut ties with me completely?"

I smiled: "What else?"

Did you still expect me to wag my tail at you like a dog?

Thinking this, I couldn't help pressing my lips together.

But Ethan looked back at the pitiful Yasmine and understood: "Oh, I see what this is about. You just want to be the main wife, right?

How about this---tomorrow you come with me to the hospital for an examination.

If you can give me a healthy child, I'm not opposed to considering marriage."

"No need."

I really couldn't listen anymore and cut him off directly.

"I'm not interested in IVF."

Ethan froze, a flash of joy in his eyes. His lips curved up, his tone softening slightly.

"Alright, then no IVF. We'll conceive naturally.

But you still need a checkup first. Yasmine has a point---things are chaotic abroad, we can't be careless."

Yasmine's smile froze on her face.

I rolled my eyes and quickly walked away.

Five years ago, at my and Ethan's wedding.

On the way to pick up the bride, he and Yasmine both disappeared.

All they left was a marriage certificate photo posted in the family group chat.

I didn't believe it. Crying, I ran to find him, and got into a car accident on the way.

The doctor told me I had miscarried.

And Ethan never showed up once. He only sent me a few messages to update me.

"Yasmine is sick and needs a placenta for medicine.

This time I'm the one who's wronged you.

But don't worry, once she's better, I'll divorce her immediately.

You'll still be my bride."

Looking at the nine-photo grid Yasmine posted to announce their relationship, I stared blankly all night.

Later I secretly went abroad and stayed with my uncle's family who had settled there.

A month later, I met Marcus.

Two months later, I married him.

Now I was already on my second child and almost through postpartum recovery.

Coming back to the country now, I really didn't want any more entanglements with them.

I frowned, hoping Ethan wouldn't cause more trouble, or else my jealous husband definitely wouldn't let it go.