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Chapter 2

I made an appointment for a prenatal checkup, never imagining that I would run into Ethan and Tiffany at the hospital.

He was gently leading her along, holding her hand.

Tiffany was chattering away, and he was listening with that lovey-dovey look in his eyes.

They were so close, it was like there was no room for anyone else.

Memories flooded back.

There was a time when he'd looked at me like that.

So long ago.

The last time I saw that look in his eyes, was when I miscarried.

I was four months pregnant back then.

He'd been sleeping with his first mistress.

She was a firecracker, that one.

She'd walked right up to my doorstep, demanding I make room for her.

I called her a slut, and she told me the one who wasn't loved was the real homewrecker.

I guess I wasn't handling it well and she shoved me hard.

And just like that, the baby was gone.

I was covered in blood and rushed to the emergency room.

When I woke up, the first thing I saw was a guilty-looking Ethan.

His eyes were full of regret, he was holding my hand, crying and saying, "I'm so sorry, Summer. I was a jerk. Hit me, I deserve it…".

I slapped him. He didn't flinch, just took it.

When I'd calmed down, he said, "Just this once, okay Summer, please give me a chance to fix things? We can have another baby…"

He got rid of that girl.

And went back to being my sweet, loving boyfriend.

But it only lasted about six months.

Six months later, there was a new woman on his arm.

And then another, and another.

They were all young, fresh faces, none of which I could remember the names of before he moved on.

Tiffany had been the longest-lasting one.

Running into them at the OB/GYN was a little awkward.

I turned around, wanting to leave.

But Tiffany called out to me, "Summer, what a coincidence."

She was practically hanging off of Ethan.

Her cheeks were flushed, she looked all shy. "I'm pregnant, here for a check-up."

I just stared at her.

Ethan looked at the appointment slip in my hand, his brow furrowed. "What kind of appointment do you have here?"

I gave him a cold smile, "Ethan, you should probably avoid getting too personal about your ex-wife's medical issues in front of your new girlfriend."

He seemed annoyed, he actually pushed Tiffany to the side, grabbing my wrist. "Summer, I'm still your man, and you're suddenly at an OB/GYN. I have a right to know."

I stared at him, a little sarcasm creeping into my voice, "You're my man? Are you sure about that? We had a wedding but the marriage records say I've been single all along."

Ethan froze, like he just realized something, his eyes darkening even more.

That's right, our wedding had been romantic and over-the-top.

To the outside world, I was his one and only Mrs. Ford.

Especially with all the business deals and shares we'd tangled ourselves into.

But who knew the truth?

We'd never gone to the marriage bureau.

Every time I brought up filing for the marriage certificate, Ethan was called into meetings or needed to fly out of the country.

His time was just so valuable.

Too valuable to spend 30 minutes signing a marriage license with me.

But when it came to a breakup, we were fighting tooth and nail over money and shares.

My wrist was hurting, but he wouldn't let go.

Finally, my name was called.