Chapter 4

Ethan's POV

After the ordeal, Tracy reached out to me by texts.

"What happened was my fault. Max and I had an argument, and I told him out of spite that I had terminated the pregnancy. I didn't expect him to actually believe it and cause you trouble. I'm so sorry.

"Once the baby is born, I'll set the record straight with the media. Just bear with it for now."

Along with the messages came a large bank transfer.

My grip tightened around the phone until my knuckles turned white. Because of their petty fight, I had lost my reputation and my career. That scene kept replaying in my mind, and I couldn't get over it.

But in the end, I bent forward, and whatever fight I had left drained right out of me. At the end of the day, Tracy didn't love me anymore. Max would always be her priority.

If that were the case, I would step aside and give them what they wanted.

I had already booked my flight. All the paperwork was done. The only thing left to do was collecting the prenuptial agreement and the fragments of Mom's pocket watch from that house.

When I got there, the house was packed with people, particularly kids about Harry's age. I glanced at the decorations on the wall, and only then did I remember it was Harry's birthday.

In the past, I would've never forgotten such an important day. Instead, I would've started preparing his gift two weeks in advance, though I had long suspected those presents ended up in the trash the moment I gave them.

I kept my head down and tried to make myself invisible, only planning to grab what I needed and leave. To my surprise, Harry's eyes lit up the moment he saw me. "Daddy…"

If I wasn't mistaken, I hadn't seen him since the incident at the house. Same as before, I paid no heed to him and simply walked right past.

A sharp-eyed kid suddenly pointed at me and said, "Hey, isn't that guy from TV? My mom said he's a homewrecker. What's he doing here?"

"Ethan Lowe? He actually has the nerve to show up at their house?" a concerned parent muttered.

Harry's face was washed with panic. Faced with his silence, his friends started teasing him. "Wait a minute… He's not actually your dad, is he? Are you the child of a homewrecker?"

"I'm not!" Harry screamed, his neck stiff with defiance, his face burning red.

Tracy frowned and made her way over, grabbing my arm and whispering, "What on earth are you doing here? Don't you know it's his birthday? Every media outlet was reporting on you. Do you have no shame? We still have to live our lives!"

I calmly pulled my arm free without saying a word. After I got what I came for, I turned to leave. As soon as I stepped out of the master bedroom, a plate of sliced cake flew straight at me.

It smashed hard into my face, and the fruit knife resting on the plate cut into my palm as well.

Pain shot through me, and my face turned pale. When I looked up, Harry was standing there, his face flushed, chest heaving violently. "You homewrecker! Why are you ruining my family? It's my birthday today! Get out!"

The kids who had been mocking him fell silent for a second. Then, as if amused, they started clapping and cheering.

I clenched my bleeding palm, my body trembling from rage. I knew Harry hated me, but I had never imagined he would go this far.

Tracy quickly came up to me, trying to grab my hand and check my injury. I shoved her away.

"You're right," I said hoarsely. "I'm not your husband. He's not my son. And this is definitely not my home."

The five-year agreement was up. Whether it was Harry's custody or Tracy's commitment, I didn't want either of them anymore.