Behind the Tenderness Trap

This is not just a simple affair, but it's more like a huge conspiracy.

Suddenly I felt fear.

I tremblingly took out my phone and dialed Ethan's number.

He didn't answer until the last ring.

When he picked up, his voice sounded a little nervous.

"Evelyn, what's up?"

"Where are you?" I asked.

Ethan looked around nervously. He couldn't see me anywhere, then he relaxed.

"Working overtime, honey. You don't know that I have to deal with so many documents today. I want to eat spaghetti Bolognese for dinner."

"Okay."

I finished my work and handed it over to my colleagues before going home.

It was already 11 o'clock at night and Ethan hadn't come back yet.

The promotional leaflet he gave me two weeks ago was still on the table.

The local government was providing welfare properties to civil servants. Applicants must be single with no property, or both husband and wife must not have any property in their names.

The flat we lived in was under my name, so Ethan wanted to fake a divorce and buy another one in his name.

At first I didn't agree, but he persuaded me for a long time and even asked my parents to mediate. I had to agree in the end.

I prepared dinner as usual, waiting for Ethan to come back.

It's definitely not a good idea to rush into it if you want to dispel the fog.

At eleven o'clock, Ethan returned home on time.

After we got married, he never came home after twelve o'clock. He said that he dared not leave me at home alone, even if he was busy, he would come home to accompany me.

His forehead was sweaty, and there was still the smell of ink on his body.

He ate up a whole dish of spaghetti Bolognese.

He really looked like he was starving after working overtime.

"Honey, I love this taste. I feel happy just thinking that I can eat it for a lifetime."

I looked at Ethan's loving eyes and felt even more cautious in my heart.

I lowered my eyes and avoided his gaze without showing any emotion.

Then I found the notification that I had prepared in advance on my phone.

"Honey, I can't go to the court tomorrow. The manager suddenly notified us about a group activity. So, the fake divorce matter will have to be postponed for a few days."

Our company arranged group activities at least five times a year. It is also common to receive last-minute notifications, so Ethan naturally wouldn't suspect anything.

Today was Wednesday. The activity would last for two days, and then it would be the weekend.

Four days should be enough for me to investigate the truth.

When Ethan heard that I couldn't go to the court tomorrow, he was stunned for a moment, but quickly he returned to normal.

"It's okay, we can do it next Monday."

After speaking, he turned his face to the shelf and asked, "Honey, did you not take your vitamins today?"

I would have forgotten if he didn't remind me.

To ensure a good physical condition for pregnancy, I took vitamins every day.

I never forgot it, but today I did.

But how did Ethan know that I didn't take the pills?

Just as I was contemplating, he had already placed the pills and water in front of me.

"Honey, take them."

He only turned around and went to the bedroom after seeing me swallow the pills.

I carefully thought of it. Since I finished the medicine prescribed by the doctor, Ethan always prepared new ones for me.

What was the secret to these pills?

I couldn't fall asleep.

Early the next morning, Ethan went to work.

I put a capsule in my bag and found a pharmaceutical testing institution.

The test results will not be available until tomorrow at the earliest, and they will be sent to my phone during that time.