Chapter 3

3

The first time I met Ethan...

He saved me from almost being hit by a car.

His hand was bleeding, but he gently asked if I was okay.

From then on, we often ran into each other in different places.

I came from a poor family and worked several part-time jobs to make ends meet.

Knowing I was afraid of the dark, he always picked me up from work and chased away any creeps.

He said, Sarah, I love you very much, you are pure and innocent, and deserve to be cherished.

Naturally, we got together.

But today, he said my purity was my sin, and sleeping with a stranger every night was my punishment.

Only now did I know that his love at first sight was just an excuse.

The real reason was my resemblance to her.

Crying and crying, I suddenly ran out of tears.

After a sleepless night, my eyes were red and swollen, and I had made up my mind.

Fake Ethan woke up sometime during the night.

He naturally pulled me into his arms, sleepy-eyed and gentle.

"Why are you up so early?"

I clung to this brief tenderness.

"I couldn't sleep. I was thinking about the past."

He reached out and wiped away my tears, his clumsy movements betraying his distress.

"Don't think about the past, think about the future. I'll always be with you."

I hummed in agreement.

He hesitated, but finally said, "Let's celebrate your birthday at home tonight. I have a present for you."

My favorite strawberry cake, a bouquet of 999 strawberry blossoms.

Even though I couldn't see, he still decorated a beautiful birthday setting for me.

Watching him excitedly preparing for my birthday, I couldn't help but tear up.

If the one I liked had been him from the beginning, would I not be so sad?

Just as we were about to blow out the candles, I saw him carefully leave his seat.

"Wait, there's another present."

He opened the door, and Ethan at the doorway reluctantly walked up to me.

I froze, not expecting him to come.

I clearly saw him holding a large hamburger cake.

"I remember you always wanted a special cake. I specially ordered this for you."

He sat down and pulled me to feel it.

"Let's blow out the candles!"

I had finally convinced myself to leave, but his actions softened my heart.

He cared about me.

I blushed and blew out the candles with him, making a wish for many happy years to come.

The man outside the door sighed and left.

Ethan was exceptionally gentle tonight, as if the hurt he had caused me wasn't his doing.

I was about to drown in the tenderness he gave me.

But then he suddenly touched my thigh, his hand slowly exploring further.

I immediately came back to my senses, biting my lip and shaking my head. "Don't do this."

He looked displeased, but continued to pretend.

"Sarah, it's been a while since we've..."

He became more daring.

I covered my stomach, my eyes instantly reddening.

"I'm pregnant, have you forgotten?"

Hearing these words, his face immediately fell, and he released me.

My newly warmed heart turned cold again.

So he came here specifically to humiliate me?

Was I just a tool for him to satisfy his desires?

I gave a bitter smile.

He got up, gritted his teeth and walked out, stopping at the door, his voice cold.

"Andrew, don't blame me for being heartless. If you hadn't begged me to come back, I wouldn't have!"

"She really thinks she's something special. How disappointing! Don't forget to take her to the courthouse tomorrow!"