Chapter 4

This time, no one could save him.

I didn't intend to get too entangled.

But some people just had to provoke me.

Chloe sent me a friend request.

The verification message contained only four words.

"Let's talk about the baby."

I accepted.

Immediately, she sent an ultrasound report.

It was a pregnancy test.

"I'm pregnant, six weeks. The doctor says the baby is very healthy."

"Mia, you know, with your unique condition, it'll be hard for you to ever have your own children."

"Ethan really loves kids. We can't let him be without an heir, can we?"

"Ethan said that once the baby's born, you can raise it."

"Tomorrow, he's hosting a celebration party for me at the company, where he'll officially announce my identity."

"It's in the top-floor ballroom, at 8 PM. You're welcome to come, Mia."

She sent another photo.

Ethan was gently stroking her belly, his eyes filled with a tenderness and anticipation I had never seen before.

I clenched my fists, hatred spreading through every fiber of my being.

I remembered when Ethan and I got married, we didn't even have a proper ceremony.

He said, once the company was stable, he'd give me the grandest wedding in the world.

I swallowed the bitter taste in my throat.

That night, I called Liam.

He answered instantly.

After hanging up, I sat in the living room all night.

I didn't leave until 8 PM the next evening, heading to his top-floor restaurant.

In the ballroom, Chloe wore a custom gown, her arm linked with Ethan's, smiling brightly and radiantly.

They looked like the perfect couple, a match made in heaven.

In that moment, the emotions I had suppressed for days finally exploded.

I rushed onto the stage, and in Ethan's shocked gaze, I slapped Chloe across the face with all my might.

"Mia, are you insane?!"

Ethan reacted, shoving me hard, then turning to shield Chloe in his arms.

I fell to the floor, ignoring the sharp pain of glass shards digging into my palms.

I scrambled back up and rushed forward again, slapping him across the face.

I laughed.

"What? Does it hurt?"

"Everyone, look closely! This woman is Chloe! She stole my husband and is pregnant with a bas---"

Slap---

I was struck, falling to the ground, my ears ringing.

"Mia, shut up!"

Ethan's hand was still raised in the air, his other hand clenched, veins bulging, as he roared at me.

"What the hell are you doing?! This is my project celebration party, what kind of nonsense are you spouting here?"

Ethan grabbed my arm, forcing me to kneel on the shattered glass. A searing pain shot through my knees.

Chloe cowered timidly in his arms, but when she looked at me, her eyes were filled with undisguised triumph.

Someone must have called the police, and when they arrived, Ethan glanced at me coldly. "Officers, she's my wife, but today she intentionally caused a scene and ruined my celebration. I won't protect her."

"Please handle it according to regulations. Whatever fines or compensation are due, they should be paid."

"Oh, and she seems emotionally unstable. After you're done, it might be best to contact a mental institution."

I was led away in handcuffs by two police officers.

The people around me were pointing and whispering, their faces full of disdain and mockery.

I didn't struggle. I just stared fixedly at Ethan.

Watching him gently wipe away Chloe's tears.

Watching him carefully protect her.

I let out a bitter laugh.

"Ethan, your surprise will be delivered soon."

The game has just begun.