Chapter 5N
If I told him that tomorrow was Lily’s funeral, he’d scoff at the timing, call it bad luck, and absolutely refuse to go.
Ethan opened his mouth, about to speak, but his phone rang at that moment.N
He glanced at the screen, saw the caller ID, and answered without hesitation. “Jessica, what’s wrong?“N
The coldness in his expression disappeared in an instant. His voice, just seconds ago emotionless, turned warm and indulgent “Ethan,” Jessica’s soft, spoiled tone came clearly through the receiver, “I have a prenatal check–up tomorrow. Can you come with me?” He was standing close to me, so I could hear every word she said–so intimate, so familiar, as if they had known each other for a lifetime. It was the kind of tone I used to speak to him with, back when I believed I mattered to him.N
Ethan glanced in my direction for a brief second, but there was no guilt in his eyes, only the habitual cold detachment. Then, without missing a beat, he replied, “Okay. Rest well tonight. I’ll come pick you up tomorrow.“N
Watching him speak to another woman with such tenderness, I stood still, stunned for a moment. A wave of memories came crashing down.”
Back when I was pregnant with Lily, I had hoped–naively–that he would share even a small part of my excitement and nervousness, But he rarely came home. On the few occasions he did, I timidly asked him if he could accompany me to my prenatal check–up, thinking he might at least show some concern for the child.
Instead, he scoffed. “Other women go by themselves. Who do you think you are? A princess?” His tone was sarcastic and sharp. “You act like you’re the heiress of some noble family. Get over yourself.“N
That day, his words cut deeper than any knife. But what hurt most wasn’t the insult–it was the contrast. Because not long before, he’d stood proudly behind me in front of others and declared, “She’s the daughter–in–law of the Sinclair family. Anyone who lays a hand on her will be going against the whole Sinclair family. If you want to bully her, be prepared to deal with me.“N
I had believed him then, wholeheartedly. I thought I had married someone who would protect me.
But he had forgotten those words. And I had learned the hard way not to remind him.
I didn’t respond. I simply turned and went back into the room.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw his gaze linger on me. There was a flicker of confusion in his eyes, something unsettled–perhaps the vague realization that something precious was slipping through his fingers.M
The next morning, my mother–in–law called to ask what time I’d be going to North Shore Memorial Hall.
By then, I was already on the high–speed train, carrying a suitcase filled with Lily’s belongings–her toys, her favorite books, and the clothes she never had a chance to wear.
When my mother–in–law realized I had left, she fell silent for a moment. Then she spoke again, her voice hoarse, barely holding back tears. “Take care of yourself, dear. You may be leaving, but we’re still here for you.”
I thanked her quietly. After we hung up, I removed my SIM card and threw it in the nearest trash bin.
The moment I left the Sinclair family, I knew–I was never going back.
Later that morning, my in–laws arrived at North Shore Memorial Hall dressed in solemn black. My father–in–law had rushed back from. overseas the moment he heard about Lily’s death, leaving behind his business obligations without hesitation.
His grief was deep, but it was his fury that burned brighter. When he realized Ethan hadn’t shown up, he exploded.
Unable to bear it, he ordered someone to locate his son and stormed off in fury.
Meanwhile, at the hospital, Ethan was still with Jessica, accompanying her for her check–up. He didn’t expect to see his father barge in, face livid with rage.”
“Dad?” He stood up, startled. “Why are you here-“M
Before he could finish, his father slapped him across the face in full view of the hospital staff and patients.N
“You heartless bastard! Your daughter is gone, and on the day of her funeral, you’re here playing house with another woman? Do you even remember you have a wife? A daughter?“”
The slap echoed. Ethan’s ears rang, and the world tilted around him.
He blinked, disoriented. “What did you just say? Who… who died?”
