Ethan was at a loss for words.
After a long silence, he bent down to pick up his glasses.
“Fine.”
Ethan agreed.
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Ethan agreed.
After he left, Olivia ran to the bathroom and threw up.
The more she had liked him before, the more disgusted she felt now.
She had thought they wouldn’t reach the point of loathing each other.
But now Sophia was pregnant.
All semblance of decency had turned to filth.
Ethan acted quickly too.
Afraid Olivia would change her mind, he moved Sophia in the very next day.
Olivia felt terribly nauseous, but she didn’t make a fuss, silently enduring it.
Just 5 more days.
Just 5 more days and she could leave this bastard.
After moving in, Sophia became increasingly arrogant.
She stroked her still–flat belly and ordered Olivia: “Little sis, I’m craving pumpkin porridge.”
Olivia disliked conflict. She didn’t say much, just ordered some takeout for Sophia.
But Sophia cried and complained to Ethan.
“Ethan, I’m pregnant. How can I eat takeout?”
Ethan looked at the silent Olivia. For the first time, he didn’t take Sophia’s side.
“Sophia, it’s fine. Eating it once won’t hurt.”
Olivia ignored them.
She didn’t want to argue anymore.
And she certainly wasn’t going to cook.
What she didn’t expect was that the day before the divorce,
Sophia would slip and fall in the bathroom.
She came out with her clothes soaked, clutching her belly and crying to Ethan who had rushed back.
“Ethan, why did my sister spill body wash on the floor? My stomach hurts so much.”
“Sis, I never meant to ruin your marriage with Ethan. Please don’t hurt me and Ethan’s baby, okay?”
Sophia was skilled at framing her like this.
Olivia just felt deeply exasperated.
Ethan believed her without a second thought.
“Olivia, apologize to Sophia!”
10
Olivia frowned slightly: “Ethan, we’re finalizing the divorce tomorrow. Why would I bother harming her?”
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