Chapter 2

When I woke up, a dull pain throbbed in my lower abdomen.

Only then did I realize that everything that happened in the operating room wasn't a dream.

And from the bed next to mine, increasingly loud moans filled my ears.

"Ethan! Stop it, Eva's still right there."

The only response was an even heavier gasp.

That voice was all too familiar.

Without a second thought, I ripped the IV needle from my hand.

I stumbled out of bed and yanked open the curtain.

On the other side, Freya's clothes hung open at the chest, exposing a large expanse of skin.

Ambiguous marks covered her skin.

On her collarbone was a tattoo identical to Ethan's.

The woman's face was flushed, her eyes hazy.

The moment she saw me, she suddenly screamed.

Frantically, she buried herself in Ethan's arms.

"Eva, don't misunderstand, let me explain!"

Ethan merely glanced at me casually, then leisurely helped Freya button her clothes.

"I couldn't help myself. Don't blame her."

After his confession to me, Ethan was remarkably composed.

He looked at Freya in his arms with utter adoration.

Chuckling softly, he said, "Why be shy? We already have a three-year-old child."

Freya shyly pounded on Ethan's chest again.

She hurriedly finished dressing, then rushed over to me.

She grabbed my hand.

"Eva, listen to me."

I stared at the chaotic scene before me.

The air still reeked heavily of sex.

Freya's panties lay at my feet.

The exact same style.

I clutched my chest as a metallic sweetness surged in my throat.

Those were the birthday gift Freya had given me.

Back then, she'd sworn confidently that if I wore them for Ethan, he would definitely love them.

I'd been half-skeptical at the time, not understanding why Freya seemed more certain of Ethan's preferences than I, his wife, was.

Now I had my answer.

One was my husband, the other my best friend.

Having sex in front of my hospital bed.

My mouth opened and closed.

All words stuck in my throat, unable to form any sound.

But the tears wouldn't stop flowing.

The moment Freya touched me, I violently shook her hand off.

I screamed, "Don't touch me! Disgusting!"

Freya let herself fall to the ground, looking back at Ethan with hurt in her eyes.

Then she looked at me and murmured, "Eva, we've been friends for so many years. Why won't you even listen to my explanation? I have my reasons."

Ethan scooped Freya up in his arms, looking at me with cold indifference.

But his voice was gentle as he comforted Freya, "Ignore her. You did nothing wrong."

Then he looked at me, completely emotionless.

"I already told you everything in the operating room. If you can't handle it, then divorce me."

With that, he carried Freya and strode out.

I grabbed the thermos from the table and hurled it at him.

"Ethan Hayes, I won't divorce you!"

I couldn't help but laugh.

"As long as I don't divorce you, you'll always be nothing but shameful adulterers!"