Ethan's words rendered me speechless.

"I don't care about my son?

"You people deprived me of my right to be a mother!" I shouted in my heart.

I took out the Lego blocks that I had prepared long ago and handed them to him.

"It doesn't matter. I've never lived with him. He only knows Brenda as his mother. You should give his mother a grand wedding."

Everyone knew that Ethan was married and had a six-year-old child with Brenda.

Since they didn't have the wedding ceremony, people just thought that the one who was secretly married to Ethan was Brenda.

Neither the Hunter nor the Sean family explained to others.

Therefore, even if I came out and claimed myself to be Daniel's biological mother, people would only think I was a lunatic.

My cold attitude enraged Ethan.

"Yara! If you are sick, go to the hospital and get treated. Stop being so weird all day long!"

Losing all patience, he got up and left.

I didn't want to wait another month to get a divorce. This marriage had drained all my energy.

I hurried to take his hand. Ethan paused, and a hint of tenderness flashed across his face.

I rubbed my eyes and thought I saw it wrong.

"Ethan, I'm serious. Let's get a divorce!"

His face was still sullen when he shook my hand away.

"How many times do I have to tell you to stop making trouble?"

"Do you know how hard I have worked for the past seven years? If it weren't for Brenda, I wouldn't even know how I died. Why don't you understand the interests involved?"

"I've already promised you that you can raise the next child if you have one. It's your own fault that you couldn't get pregnant!"

"Once my company is listed, Brenda will leave. I will also disclose your identity to everyone!"

I had heard those remarks countless times.

I always believed what he promised me.

The price of my naivety was that I could no longer be a mother.

I touched my belly and smiled sadly.

"You only come back once a month. How could I get pregnant?"

"It took me so much effort to get pregnant again, but I lost it because of my old illness."

During the years of being separated from my son, I could only rely on Brenda to know how Daniel was doing.

It was thanks to Brenda when he was doing well.

If Daniel got sick or acted naughty, Ethan would blame me for imparting my bad genes to the boy.

After arguing with him and being hurt countless times, I finally admitted that Brenda raised Daniel well. He was better than I could have imagined.

I secretly sought medical help to monitor my ovarian follicles. I took many pills to regulate my menstruation, just so that I could be lucky enough to conceive Ethan's child on the day he came back every month.

I thought that with another child, I would be able to see a ray of light from the dark abyss and find a little comfort.

As for whether I could get the recognition of the Sean family and be Mrs. Sean, it was no longer important.

However, my poor unborn baby was gone.

Ethan suddenly turned his head to look at me, his face full of disbelief.

His eyes turned to look at the bedroom, where he could see the mess I made when I crawled out to call for help.

He lowered his eyes and avoided to look at me in the eyes.

I was surprised that he would feel guilty.

It seemed that he was well aware of what he had done that night.

He didn't answer my call when I told him I wasn't feeling well.

Later, I saw Brenda's post. Ethan was with her on a boat that day.

My three-month-old unborn baby stopped breathing because of my transient shock.

"Why didn't you tell me you were pregnant?"

Before I could answer him, he unclenched his clenched fists and said, "It's better you lost it. Your health doesn't allow you to have another child, let alone raising one."

All the words I wanted to utter were stuck in my throat.

I actually tried to argue with him.

When I lay in the ICU and learned that my baby was taken away from me, the nurse asked me,

"Do you wanna take a look at the fetus?"

I had no strength back then, but I still asked the nurse to let me take a final look at her.

It was a girl Ethan had always wanted.

He had been imagining having a daughter since we were in the orphanage.

"Yara, I will marry you when I grow up. We'll have a daughter, and I'll spoil you two."

I could never forget how serious Ethan was at that moment. I could see my reflection in his eyes.

I teased him for not focusing on studying and being too obsessed with those ridiculous love stories.

But he told me he was serious about it.

Ethan was even willing to die for me at that time.

We supported each other and got out of the orphanage.

We were like destined lovers who were one another's salvation and support.

When Ethan married me, he hadn't been back to the Sean family.

The cramped basement was our wedding room.

It was a winter day. Our electric blanket caught on fire. I did my best to get Ethan, who had a high fever, out of the room.

But when I returned to get his computer, which he attached great importance, I was trapped in the fire.

I got burned, and my skin was left with large areas of scars because we were too poor to get proper treatment.

Even though I was covered in scars, Ethan still cared for me instead of feeling disgusted.

Then, I got pregnant with Daniel, and the Sean family found Ethan.

Ethan's grandmother hated me for not coming from a good family or having a good appearance. She forced Ethan to divorce me and gave me five million dollars in compensation. But I refused her.

All I knew was that Ethan was my husband. He and I would be together for the rest of our lives.

But our love didn't move the Sean family.

I had several accidents, and Ethan successfully protected me and my child.

The person who helped us was Brenda.

I was grateful to her but also wary of her.

I had no confidence in facing Brenda because of my ruined face.

Even though I felt reluctant, I had to admit that Ethan needed Brenda.

Ethan's situation in the Sean family wasn't good when he just returned. People were waiting for him to make a fool of himself. Then, they could take power from him. The business world was like a battlefield, and the tricks they played were simply beyond my imagination.

Under Brenda's protection, Daniel was born safely, but Madam Sean still refused to acknowledge me as her granddaughter-in-law.

It was Brenda who put in a good word for me and made Daniel recognized by the Sean family.

The condition was Brenda had to be Daniel's nominal mother.

Later, Ethan spent a lot of money to treat my scars. As my scars faded, our love also faded to almost nothing.

The moment I saw our daughter, I knew that there was no future for Ethan and me.

My silence made Ethan realize that he had spoken out of turn.

"Alright. Do you know how scary it your face look when you're upset? I'll take you home and let you give the gift you picked to Daniel in person. Remember to wear a mask!"

He sounded condescending again.

He called the Sean residence home.

"That's right. Brenda lives in the Sean residence. So, that's home for Ethan." I thought.

I did miss Daniel. That would probably be the last time I saw him.

I nodded to agree.

"Let's get divorced first. I'll say goodbye to him properly."

I didn't know how my words offended Ethan, but he threw the Lego blocks that I had selected for Daniel out hard.

His reaction destroyed the last hope I had left.

I picked up the photo frame I cherished the most and smashed it.

Suddenly, Brenda opened the door and came in.

The glass fragments scratched Brenda's instep.

Blood immediately appeared.

I stood there in a daze, unable to understand why Brenda had access to my house.

When I figured it out, all I could do was smile bitterly.

Brenda looked at the mess on the ground and frowned slightly.

"Yara, just take it out on me if you want. Don't get angry with Ethan. You could ruin your relationship if you continue to act this way!"

Seeming unaware that her foot was injured, Brenda just limped over to me and calmly opened a can of soup.

"Yara, I spent three hours cooking this chicken soup. I know my mistake is unforgivable. But I still wanna do something to make up for you..."

Ethan was already rummaging through the medicine box anxiously. Then he squatted down and carefully treated Brenda's wound.

Looking at Brenda, who looked pretty, dressed up, and looked humble, I realized for the first time why I lost it to her.

It struck me that I no longer needed her help in the future. So I didn't have to compromise myself to play that game with her.

"Take your soup and get out of here! You can do whatever you want when Ethan and I get a divorce!"

Brenda was able to bully me only because of Ethan.

"Yara, how come you don't understand us? You are still young, and you can still have children when you recover. If I really want Ethan, do you think you can win?"

Mentioning children made my heart ache so much.

Seeing me covering my chest, Brenda became anxious.

"Yara. How are you feeling? Is it your heart again?"

"Ethan, hurry up and get the medicine! We all misunderstood Yara. She really has a heart problem!"

They fed me medicine, and this time, it was the real medicine.

So, they replaced my medicine just to see whether I was pretending to have a heart disease or not.

It seemed they were satisfied with the results.

After I caught my breath, I pushed Brenda, who was supporting me, away.

"Don't act like you care about me!"