99 Miscarriages, Just Her Background

There was no other reason, but before I married Ethan, I was a bartender, very familiar with the colors of drinks.

So, when I knew my purpose, even though I risked being found out,

the secretary still resolutely helped me.

Even though the lawyer repeatedly warned me that I might not get a penny if I divorced Ethan,

I remained firm, "I don’t care about that."

Before marrying Ethan, I was an ordinary person, worlds apart from the status of a CEO.

Even if I left him, with my skills, I could still live well.

Outside the mansion, I unexpectedly ran into Ethan tightly holding Vivian Hart.

Ethan’s cold gaze fixated on the luggage in my hands.

Vivian Hart trembled when she saw me.

She even knelt before me.

"Ms. Quinn, please spare me. I’m just a small actress, how can I handle being written about like this?"

Ethan quickly supported her, his tone full of pity, "You don’t have to do this, I’ll help you."

Then, his gentle gaze turned cold as he questioned me.

"Did you send those paparazzi to take pictures? Liora Quinn, how could you be so vicious? Are you trying to ruin Vivian?"

I was just an ordinary person, how could I have that much power to cover things up?

But I didn’t argue.

After all, in Ethan’s eyes, Vivian Hart’s words were the supreme truth.

Ethan’s anger grew when he saw I was leaving.

He reached out and angrily threw my luggage to the ground.

In the process, I fell awkwardly.

The wound on my leg began to bleed again.

Ethan froze, unsure of what to say.

He reached out to help me, but was interrupted by Vivian Hart’s light words.

"Ethan, I have a dinner tomorrow, can you help me pick out my clothes?"

Vivian Hart clung to him, gently tugging at his sleeve.

"Ms. Quinn, don’t take it too personally, I’m just used to it."

Vivian Hart’s smile was provocative, trying to provoke me.

I just silently picked up my scattered luggage, took a taxi, and returned to my own place.

I booked a flight for the next evening, planning to go abroad and get some peace.

Vivian Hart and Ethan’s scandal had already been suppressed.

And the film crew released the behind-the-scenes footage of my miscarriage accident, which became a new topic of gossip.

I made myself a few drinks.

For the first time in three years of marriage, I drank myself into a stupor.

At the dinner party,

Ethan absentmindedly drank the toasts from others.

Even though Vivian Hart, his "white moonlight," was smiling beside him, his mind was still filled with the image of me being thrown to the ground.

Vivian Hart keenly noticed his mood and signaled the waiter.

A bottle of wine quickly arrived.

The taste of the wine was familiar, the same one Ethan had drunk before.

The aftertaste had a faint hint of lemon peel, a scent I always added when bartending.

Ethan stared at the wine in a daze, while Vivian Hart’s gaze began to cloud over.

She began to subconsciously tug at her clothes.

Ethan became furious and abruptly stopped the dinner.

The mastermind was quickly brought forward, but he only shouted in protest.

Ethan roared, "Who drugged the wine?"