After the Miscarriage, I Divorced My Scumbag Husband!

"What do you mean? Is this how you treat guests? I told you to make up her bed. She'll definitely have trouble bathing later..."

I moved out of the way when Ethan tried to grab my hand.

"She has nothing to do with me, what kind of guest is she? You're so fond of this girl, so shouldn't you be the one to make her bed and help her take a shower?"

Ethan's eyes were filled with anger.

Even when Jessie hopped over to cling to his arm, he almost angrily tossed her aside.

Fortunately, he reacted in time and pulled her back into his arms.

"Isn't it just that I didn't come back to accompany you to the hospital that day? You're not having a prince. Do you really think you're something special?

"The graduation trip was decided by the college, and it's not just me and Jessie going alone. Why are you still holding onto this? She's not feeling well now, and you can't even help her with a simple thing? You're being petty, and it's embarrassing. Jessie even bought a present for our baby's birth. Look what you did!"

Ethan knew he had almost knocked Jessie down, so he vented all his anger at me.

But he must have been blind, because there was no baby in my belly under the loose nightgown.

I wouldn't put up with any more nonsense from a worthless man for the sake of my son.

I was filled with anger and wanted to scream, but the wound from the operation ached with every hasty breath I took.

It wasn't worth it for a despicable man!

In my heart, he was no longer my husband.

And during the week he was missing, it seemed as if he had vanished from the earth.

I thought it was great!

So why should I bother to argue with him?

Explanation was not needed for those who loved me.

And it is useless for those who didn't love me.

Jessie pulled Ethan by the arm and coaxed him sweetly, "Mr. Davis, don't be like that. If it's because of me that you're not getting along with Ms. Taylor, I'll leave."

After saying that, she turned around to get her luggage.

If I ignored her hands that were still hanging on Ethan's arm, I would really believe it.

"Okay, I won't scold her anymore. Don't make me worry late at night."

Ethan's tone was filled with resignation and indulgence.

It was exactly the same as the way he comforted me when I was angry before.

After saying that, Ethan really got up and personally made the bed for Jessie.

While Jessie was taking a shower, I politely reminded her loudly, "If you need anything, just call your teacher."

In the corner of my eye, Ethan's action paused.

After being married to him for many years, this was the first time I had seen Ethan make the bed himself.

I took care of his daily life, even after I got pregnant, I still made the bed in the dormitory for him.

Because he would always be like a child who had lost his mother, asking me over and over again how to make the bed so neatly.

But I had taught him countless times, and he was clumsy and couldn't learn it.

Now, however, he was doing it for Jessie.

The bed in the guest room was even neater than the one I made!

While Jessie was taking a shower, I took the divorce agreement that had already been signed from the room and handed it to Ethan.

He just glanced at it and tore it up angrily, throwing it into the trash can.

"Cora, have you had enough? I just asked Jessie to stay overnight, and you're talking about divorce. Are you so incapable of tolerating others?

"What did Jessie do to deserve your constant harassment like a lunatic?

"If Jessie knew you're doing this because of her, she would be heartbroken!"

I didn't know when it started, but every time he talked to me, it was at least ten out of ten about Jessie!

Every word and sentence was defending Jessie and accusing me of being wrong.

I rolled my lips and pulled my pajamas tight.

"I've had this bad run-in with you, so should I not just divorce you?"

Ethan finally shifted his gaze to my belly.

He reached out to touch it, and I held back my nausea and didn't move away.

When he touched my flat belly, Ethan's face was full of shock and anger.

"Cora, where's the baby?"

I couldn't help but laugh.

"The baby is...

"Dead!"

My words made Lu Ethan's eyes turn red, and he became like a wolf who had lost his beloved child.

He grabbed my shoulders and shook me violently.

"Cora, you have a heart of stone! I just didn't accompany you to the hospital, and you killed our child!

"Do you know he was a seven-month-old baby? Why did you kill it? Are you worthy of our child?"

His reaction surprised me.

He didn't even care about me, so how could he possibly care about this child? And wasn't divorce exactly the result he had been hoping for?

I didn't quite understand who he was trying to fool with this fake affection.

Seeing that I still had the nerve to laugh, Ethan's grip on my arm tightened even more, his nails digging into my shoulder blade, stinging me with pain.

"Do you still remember that he was seven months old?"

My casual sarcasm finally pushed Ethan over the edge.

He raised his hand to slap me.