The Scumbag Was Defeated By Me

Ethan's words rendered me speechless.

"I don't care about my son?

"You people deprived me of my right to be a mother!" I shouted in my heart.

I took out the Lego blocks that I had prepared long ago and handed them to him.

"It doesn't matter. I've never lived with him. He only knows Brenda as his mother. You should give his mother a grand wedding."

Everyone knew that Ethan was married and had a six-year-old child with Brenda.

Since they didn't have the wedding ceremony, people just thought that the one who was secretly married to Ethan was Brenda.

Neither the Hunter nor the Sean family explained to others.

Therefore, even if I came out and claimed myself to be Daniel's biological mother, people would only think I was a lunatic.

My cold attitude enraged Ethan.

"Yara! If you are sick, go to the hospital and get treated. Stop being so weird all day long!"

Losing all patience, he got up and left.

I didn't want to wait another month to get a divorce. This marriage had drained all my energy.

I hurried to take his hand. Ethan paused, and a hint of tenderness flashed across his face.

I rubbed my eyes and thought I saw it wrong.

"Ethan, I'm serious. Let's get a divorce!"

His face was still sullen when he shook my hand away.

"How many times do I have to tell you to stop making trouble?"

"Do you know how hard I have worked for the past seven years? If it weren't for Brenda, I wouldn't even know how I died. Why don't you understand the interests involved?"

"I've already promised you that you can raise the next child if you have one. It's your own fault that you couldn't get pregnant!"

"Once my company is listed, Brenda will leave. I will also disclose your identity to everyone!"

I had heard those remarks countless times.

I always believed what he promised me.

The price of my naivety was that I could no longer be a mother.

I touched my belly and smiled sadly.

"You only come back once a month. How could I get pregnant?"

"It took me so much effort to get pregnant again, but I lost it because of my old illness."

During the years of being separated from my son, I could only rely on Brenda to know how Daniel was doing.

It was thanks to Brenda when he was doing well.

If Daniel got sick or acted naughty, Ethan would blame me for imparting my bad genes to the boy.

After arguing with him and being hurt countless times, I finally admitted that Brenda raised Daniel well. He was better than I could have imagined.

I secretly sought medical help to monitor my ovarian follicles. I took many pills to regulate my menstruation, just so that I could be lucky enough to conceive Ethan's child on the day he came back every month.

I thought that with another child, I would be able to see a ray of light from the dark abyss and find a little comfort.

As for whether I could get the recognition of the Sean family and be Mrs. Sean, it was no longer important.

However, my poor unborn baby was gone.

Ethan suddenly turned his head to look at me, his face full of disbelief.

His eyes turned to look at the bedroom, where he could see the mess I made when I crawled out to call for help.

He lowered his eyes and avoided to look at me in the eyes.

I was surprised that he would feel guilty.

It seemed that he was well aware of what he had done that night.

He didn't answer my call when I told him I wasn't feeling well.

Later, I saw Brenda's post. Ethan was with her on a boat that day.

My three-month-old unborn baby stopped breathing because of my transient shock.

"Why didn't you tell me you were pregnant?"

Before I could answer him, he unclenched his clenched fists and said, "It's better you lost it. Your health doesn't allow you to have another child, let alone raising one."