Three

Chapter 3: Do you really want to divorce Mr. Carter?Rachel didn’t believe me, so I took her to Willow Creek Estate in person.

The white Panamera is still parked where it was yesterday.

In the car, Rachel, who was sitting in the passenger seat, pointed to the luxurious villa in front of my: "This architectural style cannot be said to be 'like' your and Mr. Carter's wedding room. It can only be said to be a one-to-one replica."

Rachel immediately regretted what she had said. She covered her mouth and looked at me cautiously.

I had no expression on my face and just stared out the window. "Yesterday, the state marriage law promulgated the latest regulations. Anyone who knowingly lives with another person and lives together as husband and wife is suspected of bigamy. Not only do I want Ethan to clean up and leave the house, I also want to sue Olivia and ruin their reputation."

“You’ve certainly done your divorce homework…” Rachel studied my determined expression. “But you must have enough evidence to prove they’re living together.”

"There's nothing difficult about this. The evidence is right in front of you." my voice was cold.

Rachel still looked embarrassed, "Maybe there is some misunderstanding. Mr. Carter is a bit cold-tempered, but he treats you pretty well. He shouldn't be that kind of person…"

"Rachel." I turned to Rachel, "Actually, before yesterday, my thoughts were the same as yours. I knew that Ethan had a cold personality, but I loved him and he was my chosen husband. Therefore, in the five years since I lost my child, even if I knew that he was disgusted with my mood, I never blamed him."

"I looked for the reasons within myself and made up my mind to change and redeem myself, but I never thought that he would have a child with Olivia when I just lost a pair of children."

My voice was calm, as if love and hate had both died inside me the day before.

Once the heart dies, a person can become so calm that even she barely recognizes herself. I understood that feeling now.

Rachel looked at me blankly. Before I could say anything more, I pointed out the window. “Look, they are celebrating there. Today is the boy’s fifth birthday.”

Rachel turned her head when she heard the laughter.

On the viewing balcony on the second floor, the cheerful laughter of children was particularly clear, as if they had the most precious treasure in the world.

I thought of my son, and decisively rolled down the passenger window, turned on the video recording function on my phone, faced the family of three on the balcony, and pressed video—

In front of a round table covered with a French tablecloth, Ethan held a little boy in his arms. The little boy held a limited edition Transformers in his arms. Olivia, wearing an off-white dress, sat beside Ethan, holding a mobile phone in one hand.

The sun shone on them, and they looked at the mobile phone in Olivia's hand.

The little boy made a playful V with his fingers. Olivia tilted her head and leaned against Ethan’s shoulder. Ethan, who usually hated taking pictures, was actually smiling at the phone.

They looked like a warm, beautiful family of three. The sight made something inside me go cold.

I pressed pause and saved the video.

The passenger window slowly turned, and I looked at Rachel, with a self-deprecating arc on my lips: "Do you still think it's a misunderstanding?"

Rachel had already burst into tears and looked at me, "How could Mr. Carter cheat on you? Even though you were married, Mr. Carter also spent a lot of money to arrange the wedding, and even ordered a wedding ring and wedding dress for you… We all said privately that you finally got what you wanted after chasing Mr. Carter for many years…"

Yes, the marriage between Ethan and I, even if there is no vigorous emotional foundation, can be regarded as a harmonious couple.

No one could have imagined that Ethan would cheat.

What I couldn't forgive the most was that the boy was five years old, only four months younger than my twins…

In other words, Ethan had become a father to another child while I was still carrying the grave of their own.

With my heart aching, I closed my eyes forcefully and took a deep breath.

I couldn't give up now. If I was going to survive, I had to become worthy of the life my children had never been given.

"Rachel, let me ask you, will you accept this lawsuit?"

When Rachel heard this, I cried even louder: "I'm sorry I,, it's not that I don't want to help you, but I definitely can't litigate with Mr. Carter!"

My heart sank, but I could understand.

After Ethan inherited the Carter family, the market value of the Carter family has increased several times in just five years, and the Carter family's legal team is even more famous in New York City.

If a private law firm like Rachel wants to compete with them, it will indeed suffer from the beginning and has almost no chance of winning.

"It's okay, I'll figure it out myself." I started the car.

"I, I can help you introduce all the connections and resources I have at hand, but have you really thought about it clearly? Do you really want to divorce Mr. Carter?"

I stopped shifting into gear and turned to look at Rachel. “Rachel, don’t you think I should leave?”

Rachel was asked.

"We must leave. Ethan is not worthy to be the father of my child." I turned my head and stepped on the accelerator lightly.

The white Panamera turned around and drove forward.

On the balcony above, Olivia put away her phone and glanced toward the white car driving away. I could not hear what she said or thought. I only knew that, from that moment on, I could no longer trust her.

…

Although Rachel could not take on the divorce lawsuit herself, I introduced her to my well-known mentor, Daniel.

Daniel was a celebrity in the legal field when he was in college, so I naturally knew him.

I has been active since I was a child. I dares to love and hate without being pretentious. Once I makes up my mind to do something, I will not hesitate again.

The next morning, Rachel set up the call, and the three of them made an appointment to meet at a coffee shop in the city center.

When Rachel and I arrived at the coffee shop, Daniel had not arrived yet.

They found a seat and just sat down when a childish voice came from the door: "Dad, Charlie wants to eat chocolate cake!"

I paused and subconsciously raised my eyes to look at the door.

Ethan led Charlie, who was wearing denim overalls, into the coffee shop.

Charlie pointed to the cake cabinet on the counter. A little face that looked exactly like Ethan was full of innocence and cuteness.

Even though he had made up his mind to get a divorce, my heart still couldn't help but throb when he saw this scene, and an overwhelming sourness hit his nose.

Rachel was dumbfounded and looked at Ethan and Charlie with wide eyes.

Looking at him from such a close distance, Rachel had to sigh: That boy is simply a smaller version of Ethan!

Ethan seemed to feel my gaze and turned his head to look this way—

Eyes facing each other.

Ethan's expression froze.

My face remained expressionless, but the hand holding the water glass clenched until my fingertips turned white.

Rachel said in a low voice: "Damn it, Shura Field!"

I originally thought that I would wait for the evidence to be collected and the divorce agreement to be finalized before having a showdown with Ethan, but I didn't expect to run into Ethan here.

Now that they had met, I wanted to see how Ethan would explain to me in front of this child?