Chapter 17: Unexpected Revelations

Chapter 17: Unexpected Revelations

Emily's hand trembled uncontrollably as she saw the caller ID on her screen. After a brief hesitation, she answered.

"I've arrived, heading to the garage now," Ethan's deep voice came through, each syllable sending shivers down her spine. Emily's heart skipped a beat.

"Uh, I..." she tightened her grip on the phone, her voice shaky. "I'm not home right now."

Ethan's voice held a hint of curiosity, "Where are you?"

The taxi came to a stop, and Emily stepped out, glancing at the white hospital building.

"I'm... outside, something came up," she said hurriedly.

There was a pause on the line, and Ethan's voice was a low, amused chuckle.

"Emily," he called her name with a note of self-assuredness. "You clearly don't want a divorce."

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"Chairman Harrison, should I call the apartment manager?" Jason asked, his concern growing as Ethan had been waiting outside for several minutes.

Ethan, however, seemed unfazed. He shook his head, "No need."

Emily had previously moved to various places under his name whenever she left home, but this time she had avoided those places. It seemed she had moved to a new location, likely a small place where she felt confined. Coincidentally, this property was also under the Harrison Family's domain.

If Emily was searching for properties, it was almost certain she would only consider Harrison Family's developments. She was a pampered young lady, and after marriage, her standards had only grown more extravagant.

So now, she wanted a divorce?

Ethan's lips curled into a faint smile as he thought about it.

"Go back," he told Jason.

Once Jason left, Ethan approached the keypad and entered "1031". The lock beeped twice, indicating the wrong code.

Frowning slightly, Ethan thought for a moment and entered "7777". The door clicked open.

Entering the apartment, Ethan's attention was immediately drawn to the photos scattered around—hanging on the walls and placed on the tables.

Previously, Emily had wanted to hang photos she took of them in their old home, but Ethan had refused. The only photos of them were in the bedroom.

Here, however, there were many pictures—none of them were of their wedding.

Instead, there were scenic shots from trips several years ago and magazine covers featuring Emily. Ethan's gaze landed on the nightstand, where he immediately recognized the photo of Ryan, a model.

So, she had other men's photos on her bedside?

Frowning, Ethan moved to the trash can and paused before tossing the photo. In the trash, he noticed a small box—pregnancy test packaging.

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When Emily entered the room, she let out a sharp gasp.

Turning on the lights, she saw the tall man sitting on the couch and sighed in relief.

"Are you crazy?" she scolded him, still shaken. "You scared me half to death!"

"You could've turned on the lights. Sitting there in the dark like a ghost..."

As she complained, Ethan abruptly stood up, crossed the room, and grabbed her wrist, pulling her closer.

Emily was momentarily stunned, then she twisted and struggled, "What are you doing? Let go!"

Ethan's grip tightened, and she winced in pain. "It hurts!"

Ethan immediately let go but quickly wrapped his arm around her waist.

Emily looked up at him, puzzled by the intense expression on his face.

"What's wrong?" she asked, her heart racing.

Ethan's dark eyes were filled with suppressed emotion, his usually expressionless face showing signs of turbulence.

Emily recoiled, "You..."

Ethan leaned closer, his voice hoarse, "Emily, are you... pregnant?"

Emily froze.

She stared at his deep, dark eyes, panic setting in. When she had received his call in the cab, her first thought was fear.

They had been married for two years with no child, and she understood why. For Ethan, a child meant not just a continuation of his bloodline but also inheritance and asset division—an unplanned child could disrupt his plans.

If Ethan thought she had ulterior motives...

She recalled a melodramatic romance novel she had read, fearing Ethan might act like the novel's hero, dragging her to the operating table.

She imagined the anesthetic slowly entering her body, tears streaming as she would helplessly sob, "Ethan, how could you... oh... my baby..."

Emily snapped out of her distressing thoughts.

"No, I'm not pregnant."

Ethan's eyes narrowed. "Not pregnant?"

Emily shook her head firmly. "I'm not pregnant!"

Ethan's expression briefly showed disappointment, which Emily might have misinterpreted.

"Are you sure you're not pregnant?" he asked again.

Emily was exasperated. She shoved her medical documents at him. "Check for yourself!"

Ethan took the documents, his eyes scanning them several times. He then looked up at Emily with a raised eyebrow. "Hormonal imbalance?"

"Yes!" Emily snapped, glaring at him. "It's all your fault!"

"My fault?" Ethan's lips curved slightly, showing a mix of indulgence and resignation. "Alright, fine, it's my fault."

He smirked, "So why don't you come home?"

Emily stared at him in disbelief. "What?"

Ethan seemed puzzled himself. "You're not coming home—"

He glanced at the bedroom, "Do you expect me to move in here?"

Emily's face flushed red, from her cheeks to her neck.

"What are you thinking?" she shouted, waving the documents at him. "You're ridiculous!"

Her face burned with embarrassment and frustration.

Ethan looked on, seemingly amused.

Emily was now fully exasperated, "The doctor said my hormonal imbalance is from stress! Seeing you makes me sick—chest pains, headaches, throat inflammation, insomnia, depression! It's all because of you!"

She pounded her fists on his chest, "How can I fix this? How?"

Ethan took the blows with a calm demeanor, his eyes softening as he watched her flushed face. He even managed a faint smile.

He might not know how her imbalance affected her, but he certainly felt his own turmoil.

It had been a while since she had reacted this way—shy and angry—in his office.

He wasn't just emotionally unsettled; he was also feeling the heat.

Emily's frustration didn't subside. When Ethan showed no reaction, she turned away, ignoring him.

"By the way," she eventually asked, still irked, "what about the divorce papers?"

Ethan's lashes fluttered. "I didn't bring them."

Emily's frustration boiled over. Her hormonal imbalance was likely to worsen. Her period might be delayed indefinitely.

Before she could explode, Ethan looked into her eyes and said, "I don't want a divorce anymore."

Emily was stunned. "What??"

"I said," Ethan stared deeply at her, "I don't want a divorce."