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Every time I tried my best to draw Ethan closer, Lily could effortlessly pull him away.
Ethan was close—yet distant. And his lack of trust was always my deepest wound.
That constant sense of helplessness and humiliation tortured me, kept me awake through countless night.
I thought that carrying Ethan's child would change everything.
But when he looked at the thin diagnosis report, he only said two words: [Abort it.]
I asked him why, and he said I wasn't worthy, and he didn't want to have a child with someone like me.
I turned to my in-laws for help, but it only made Ethan angrier.
[Bella, don’t play tricks on me again and again. The more you try to manipulate me,
the more I’ll hate you. ]
And just like that, I had our first child aborted, and my heart fell into a bottomless pit .
[Ethan, let’s get a divorce.]
Ethan's thin lips curled into a beautiful smile , but his words were cold as ice .
[Since you want to be my wife, then be my wife for life! Don’t even think about going back and fighting Lily for the Miller family’s inheritance. ]
So he still loved Lily.
I thought he might feel something for me — just a little. But it was only an illusion.
The fragile confidence I had carefully built crumbled in an instant.
Maybe… I no longer had the strength to love Ethan. But fate played a cruel trick on me. One night, Ethan came home drunk, staggering, reeking of alcohol. He pressed me down onto the sofa. His burning-hot body made me tremble. His hand brushed against my cheek. [Bella, why are you so stubborn? If you’d just admit you were wrong… ]
[What I hate most is being used. ]
[Why did I fall in love with you? You don't deserve it .]
Ethan, I never did anything wrong. How could I admit to something I didn’t do ?
Fortunately, you love me, and I love you too.
So I'll take one more gamble , a gamble that we will grow old together.
