6

Ethan Jiang refused to divorce.

I had him write a letter of guarantee for his infidelity.

After he finished writing, he earnestly asked if he should kneel and read it to me.

I locked the letter in the safe in the study.

"No need.

I just want more written evidence of your cheating."

Ethan Jiang gritted his teeth in anger.

"Serena Shi, no one has ever dared to humiliate me like this."

"You brought this humiliation upon yourself."

Ethan Jiang raised his hand but ultimately didn't strike.

"Since that's the case, let heaven decide whether to give me another chance."

he stared at me, his gaze dark.

"What."

I didn't understand.

Ethan Jiang pressed his entire body against me.

I struggled violently but he gripped my neck.

"Serena, if you can get pregnant this time, for the sake of the child, please give me a chance to start anew, okay?"

I felt sick, even more nauseous than when I found out about his cheating.

Taking the opportunity to go to the bathroom, I used my phone to take photos of the marks he left on my body.

These were all evidence.

I held back my tears and hid these photos in the recently deleted folder.

Fearing I would go buy medicine, Ethan Jiang didn't let me leave the house for three whole days.

It was the rainy season, with sudden downpours and gloomy skies.

"Remember when we first came to Haicheng."

Ethan Jiang looked at the raindrops splashing on the windowsill, a wistful expression on his face.

"It was like this back then too, with several heavy rains in a row."

"One time, we both forgot to bring an umbrella.

When we returned to the Higher Education Building, we found that the entire area outside the main entrance was flooded, with water up to our calves."

"I held your hand and ran in the heavy rain."

"That day, you were wearing a pair of high heels, yet you managed to keep up with me, running swiftly."

As he spoke, he started to laugh.

"After we got back, I used a hair dryer to dry your shoes, but it caused a power trip."

I curled the corner of my mouth.

How could I forget?

Those were our most difficult days.

Every day, we commuted to work together.

The subway was packed with people, and he tightly held my hand, afraid of being separated by the crowd.

One time during the morning rush hour, two men got into a fight over who stepped on whose foot.

I was close by and didn't have time to dodge.

Ethan Jiang instinctively used his body to protect my head.

I felt his back being heavily hit.

But he only swayed a little before steadying his feet again.

When the subway arrived, he quickly pulled me on board.

That evening, when we got home, the place he was hit had already turned purple.

I felt distressed, but he said it was fortunate that he was the one who got hit.

If he hadn't been able to protect me, he would have regretted it for a lifetime.

At that time, we lived in an 800-yuan-per-month apartment.

It was only 10 square meters, with a bed, a wardrobe, a desk, and a small bathroom.

There was no air conditioning, and the electric fan would cause a power outage as soon as it was turned on.

During the hottest weather, we had to go to the bathroom to shower every half an hour to cool down our bodies.

We were very miserable, but also very happy.

The 10-square-meter room couldn't confine our yearning for the future.

But now, in our 80,000-yuan-per-square-meter house in the North Third Ring, we were estranged, and the days felt like years.