Chapter 2

Her pupils also shook, panic spreading in her eyes like a tidal wave.

"Johnson, listen to me. This was just to help Oliver cover up with his family. It's a fake marriage; don't overthink it."

She said anxiously, her voice trembling slightly.

I listened, expressionless, to her flimsy excuse, feeling as if an invisible hand squeezed my heart, causing it to ache.

So, she went over there to be his bride!

And she calls it a fake marriage? Maybe, compared to this, our so-called marriage was the real farce.

Ethanch things had happened repeatedly before. Whenever I brought it up, all I got from her were accusations.

This time, I silently put the glaring red invitation back in her bag, my movements mechanical and slow.

Seeing my actions, her face darkened, anger surging once more.

" Ethan Lin, we've dated for three years, married for four, and you still don't trust me?"

She raised her voice, eyes full of anger:

"Oliver and I have a clear conscience. Nothing happened. I was just helping him fake a marriage to fool his parents."

"Besides, he's an executive at the company, and our most valuable asset. What's wrong with me caring about him?"

I hadn't said anything, yet she was already on the defensive, desperately trying to justify and conceal.

My throat felt dry and itchy, and I couldn't help but speak:

"Lily, did you know?"

"While you were becoming another man's bride, Bao'er and I were in a car accident. Bao'er is still in the ICU!"

Hearing this, her anger flared even more, glaring at me and shaking her head:

"Do you have to make a fuss just because I took care of Oliver? Now you're even cursing our child. Are you even a man? You make me sick!"

With that, she shoved me hard.

I was already weak, and couldn't withstand her push. I staggered backward, falling to the ground.

I couldn't get up, my bandaged wounds feeling like they were tearing apart, blood seeping through.

But seeing me like this, she thought I was acting, and became even more furious:

"Still pretending? Are you trying to force me to lose my temper?"

"Don't forget who provides for you. Reflect on your mistakes and come to me when you realize them!"

"And if you curse Bao'er again, I'll make sure she never acknowledges you as her father!"

After that, I watched her storm off in her high heels.

I struggled to get up, holding my bleeding wound, sweat beading on my forehead.

She probably thought I'd go begging for forgiveness once she got angry.

The hospital corridor was empty and cold, exuding a chill.

I could only watch Bao'er from afar in the ICU, my lips murmuring:

"Bao'er, let's not have a mom from now on, okay?"