Behind the Tenderness Trap

Luckily, I had muted my phone in advance.

I let the phone vibrate for several times before answering.

"Honey, I miss you. When will you come back tomorrow? I'll pick you up."

"Probably around 5 o'clock in the afternoon. I'll wait for you tomorrow."

After hanging up the phone, I hurried back to the coach station.

I was just in time for the last coach.

It was already 8 o'clock in the evening when I returned to the city.

I checked into a hotel near the group activity place.

Mom messaged me at night, saying that Ethan decided to take them hiking next weekend. She showed me the mountaineering equipment Ethan bought for them.

Hiking?

Thinking of the plot in the TV drama not long ago, I broke out in a cold sweat.

I originally planned to tell them in a couple of days, but now it seemed that I have to explain it to them tomorrow.

I sent them the address of the hotel and asked them to come tomorrow.

The next day, I told them in detail about what Ethan had done.

My dad was so angry that he was about to rush out.

My mom and I stopped him.

We couldn't be too impulsive.

They had a wide network of contacts, and my mom helped me get in touch with a lawyer who was very good at handling divorce cases.

Afterwards, I told the lawyer about the evidence I had.

Coincidentally, at this time, I received the results from the drug testing agency.

Sure enough, the pills were wrong.

Ethan had been giving me birth control pills, and they were the lowest quality ones. Taking them in excess not only caused menstrual irregularities, but also infertility after long-term use.

I immediately felt nauseous.

I ran to the bathroom and vomited.

According to the lawyer, the evidence I currently had was not enough to completely expose Ethan's crimes.

Firstly, my photos couldn't directly indicate their relationship.

Secondly, I didn't have direct evidence to prove that Ethan changed my medicine.

We couldn't sue him now, unless he exposed himself.

There was still an hour before five o'clock.

Ethan sent me a message in advance.

"Honey, guess what surprise I have prepared for you?"

"Flowers and bubble tea?"

"Impressive, you guessed it right."

Ha ha, this was what he would do, coaxing me with low-cost romance.

Suppressing the discomfort in my heart, I replied, "Well, I have also prepared a surprise for you, guess what it is?"