Chapter 3

The next morning, the hospital room door was pushed open.

Ethan had come.

He was holding a bouquet of flowers, with Violet following behind him.

When I saw the bouquet clearly, my fingers paused.

Lilies.

I'm allergic to pollen.

As soon as Violet entered, she said with a smile:

"Emma, Ethan brought me first thing in the morning to check on you."

Ethan walked to the bedside and carelessly tossed the flowers onto me.

"Feeling better now?"

The flower stems hit my chest, several petals falling onto my hospital gown.

The pungent fragrance rushed over, immediately tightening my throat.

I raised my hand and swept the flowers to the floor.

"Take them away."

Ethan's expression darkened.

"What are you throwing a fit about now?"

I looked at him:

"I'm allergic to pollen."

He didn't even furrow his brow.

"Who remembers all that."

Violet immediately crouched down, picked up the flowers, and said in a soft voice:

"Emma, I'm so sorry. I didn't know you were allergic to lilies. It's all my fault. I just wanted to buy the most fragrant ones."

After saying that, she leaned closer to me and spoke in a low voice:

"But Ethan took me shopping at the baby store today. He said he loves children the most."

"Too bad some people just can't get pregnant."

I raised my eyes to look at her.

She was smiling, her eyes full of provocation.

I grabbed the water cup from the bedside table and threw it directly at her.

"Get out."

"Ah—"

The cup smashed near her feet, water splashing everywhere. Violet screamed and immediately shrank behind Ethan.

"Ethan, I just wanted to check on Emma..."

"Shut up." I stared at her. "This is a hospital room, not your stage."

Ethan grabbed my wrist, his face ashen.

"Emma, can you act like a normal person?"

I pulled my hand back and took out the divorce agreement from under the pillow, throwing it at him.

"Sign it."

The room went quiet for a moment.

Ethan looked down at it, his face darkening terribly.

"Say that again?"

"Divorce."

My voice wasn't loud, but it was clear.

"I don't want the assets, I don't want the house. I just want to be done with you."

A flash of joy crossed Violet's eyes, but she hastily tried to persuade him:

"Ethan, Emma just had a miscarriage, her emotions aren't stable. Don't hold it against her..."

I suddenly looked at her.

"How did you know I had a miscarriage?"

Violet's face stiffened.

Ethan also turned to look at her.

She quickly explained:

"I... I guessed."

I let out a cold laugh and looked at Ethan:

"Do you believe her, or the medical records?"

He grabbed the agreement and tore it up bit by bit in front of me, paper scraps falling on my face.

"Emma, threatening me with divorce won't work."

"You want to make a scene, I'll humor you. But don't think I'll indulge you forever."

I raised my hand to brush the paper scraps off my face, my voice turning cold.

"Fine."

"Then I'll see you in court."