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I had never expected that Ethan would follow Cindy to the hotel. At that time, the client had not arrived yet, but they had already taken a step ahead of me and sat opposite me. I was confused and rudely ordered them to leave: "I have an appointment with Martin from Xingchen Technology."

Ethan raised his eyebrows and asked, "Did Martin say he didn't want to see me?"

I kept silent and did not chase him away. After all, he was still my boss.

During the meal, Martin signaled his assistant to open a bottle of fine wine. I frowned, recalling the doctor's repeated instructions when I made the abortion appointment: "You had a miscarriage in the car accident last time, and your uterus was damaged. It's a miracle that you can get pregnant again this time. If you miscarry again, you may never get pregnant again."

I was about to decline, but Cindy said with a smile: "I've heard that Sister Grace can drink a lot, and today I finally get to meet her!" Her eyes were full of longing and innocence.

My face darkened and I asked, "Who told you?"

Cindy's smile froze and she looked at Ethan nervously , "Did I say something wrong again..."

Ethan gently stroked her hair, turned to me, and ordered me to raise my glass in a cold tone: "Grace, it's just a glass of wine. You are not a girl anymore, don't be shy."

A chill ran through my heart. I met his cold eyes and smiled softly, "Ethan, I can't drink because - I'm pregnant."

Everyone present was stunned. Cindy was the first to react, hiding the strange look in her eyes, and stood up to toast me: "Congratulations, sister!"

Just as she was about to drink it, Ethan quickly stopped her: "Cindy, you are pregnant too, you can't drink it!"

Cindy rarely ignored him: "No, I want to drink! Since I came to Shanghai, I have always accidentally upset my sister... This wine is my apology to my sister!"

She became more and more excited as she spoke, and drank it all in one gulp. Then she frowned, coughed violently, her cheeks flushed, and her eyes were filled with tears.

Ethan saw it with his own eyes, and it hurt his heart. He suddenly stood up and pointed at me angrily: "Are you satisfied?"

"Only Cindy is so innocent that she would believe you! If anything happens to the baby in her belly, I will never forgive you!"

I raised my eyelids slightly and responded calmly: "It's up to you."

After apologizing to Martin, I turned and left. Ethan shouted from behind: "Grace, I have tolerated you for a long time! In your eyes, everything Cindy did was wrong!"

"If you really can't tolerate her, why not divorce her!" I was a little surprised, but soon relieved. In the five years of marriage, he never made our relationship public. Now, in order to force me to bow down to Cindy, he took the initiative to admit it.

I stared at his handsome face twisted by anger and nodded: "Okay, let's get a divorce."

After that, I walked out of the box without looking back. After leaving the hotel, I called the divorce lawyer. During the conversation, a bright light suddenly pierced my eyes. A car rushed towards me like a beast. Fear overwhelmed me, my legs weakened, and I fell backwards.

Just before the collision, the driver slammed on the brakes, turned around and sped away. I fell to the ground, and a girl passing by helped me up. As soon as her hand touched my waist, she screamed, "Oh my God! Why are you bleeding so much!"

I looked down in confusion, and saw blood all over my body. At the hospital, the doctor asked me to contact my family. I held my phone tightly, swiped Ethan's number, and called my lawyer. I clearly remember that the license plate number of the car that rushed towards me was exactly the same as Ethan's. It was a number we chose together.