Ethan looked at me, and the smile on his lips only deepened.“Still angry?”He set the roses on the counter and reached out to stroke my hair, just as he used to.“Come on. The three years are over. I came back, didn’t I?”I moved away from his hand.“Mr. Carter, please show some respect. I have a husband.”His hand stopped in midair. He studied my face for several seconds.“You’re really that angry this time?”He did not believe I was married.In his mind, everything I said was simply my way of punishing him for the choice he had made three years ago.Back then, when Vanessa proposed her so-called test at a private members’ club, everyone urged Ethan not to treat his marriage like a game.I was four weeks pregnant at the time.Before we left for the club, Ethan had rested his hand on my stomach and promised to take me to my first prenatal appointment the next morning.But when Vanessa asked whether he dared to divorce me, he hesitated for only a few seconds.“Clara is carrying my chil
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