He Saved Her Seat Not Our Baby Chapter 02
“Lily is pregnant?”
I opened the prenatal booklet. Inside was an ultrasound image.
The assistant’s face changed. He lunged to grab it.
“Ma’am, this is Ms. Scott’s private information.”
I looked at him. “Why is her private information in my husband’s suitcase?”
“Mr. Ward only accompanied her to an appointment.”
The call was still connected.
Ethan said coldly: “Lily hasn’t been feeling well lately. I took her to get checked. She’s not married and doesn’t want anyone to know. Keep it to yourself.”
I looked at the date on the ultrasound.
That day was also the day of my first prenatal appointment.
Ethan had promised to go with me.
But at the hospital entrance, he suddenly said Lily’s car had broken down and told me to go in alone.
I waited in line for four hours by myself. When I came out with my results, his phone was already off.
So in that same hospital, he had been with another woman for her appointment the entire time.
I asked: “Whose baby is it?”
“That’s none of your business.”
“You’re my husband.”
Ethan’s patience ran out.
“Which is exactly why I’m telling you to drop it.”
“Claire, you already have a child on the way. There’s no need to be so hostile toward someone who has no one else.”
I simply repeated: “Whose baby is it?”
Lily sounded like she had just been woken, her voice faint.
“Claire, please don’t misunderstand. There’s nothing between Ethan and me. I just didn’t want my family to know, so he’s keeping it quiet for me.”
I asked: “Then where’s the father?”
She went silent for a moment, then began to cry softly.
Ethan immediately lowered his voice to soothe her.
“It’s okay. You don’t have to say anything you don’t want to.”
When he came back on the line, his tone held nothing but irritation. “Are you done interrogating her? She just found out she’s pregnant. She can’t handle the stress.”
I looked at the diagnosis sheet by my bed.
We were both carrying children, but the way he treated us couldn’t have been more different.
Lily furrowed her brow, and he worried about her stress.
I lay in a hospital bed bleeding, and all he remembered was to have me wash her shawl.
“Ethan, I can’t handle stress either.”
“You’re fine, aren’t you?”
After those words left his mouth, both ends of the line went quiet.
I didn’t argue.
This was the first time I hung up on him.
Ethan came back the next afternoon.
He didn’t come to the hospital first. He took Lily home to rest.
At seven in the evening, he finally pushed open the door, carrying a container of takeout congee.
“Lily said your appetite’s been bad. She told me to bring this for you.”
I glanced at the packaging.
Seafood congee. Lily’s favorite.
I’m allergic to shrimp.
I was his wife.
Yet I was never the one he cherished.
“Just leave it,” I said, too tired for anything else.
He sat on the edge of the bed, studying my face.
“What did the doctor say?”
“Bed rest to keep the pregnancy.”
“There’s a Ward family dinner tomorrow night. We were going to announce your pregnancy. Since you can’t make it, I’ll have Lily attend in your place.”
I stared at him. “She’s going to play Mrs. Ward for me?”
Ethan tucked the blanket around me, his tone unusually gentle. “She’s just sitting in your seat. Focus on getting better. Don’t get hung up on the small things.”
A beat later, he pulled an authorization form from his briefcase.
“Sign this. Tomorrow night they’re also unveiling Cloud Cabin. Since you can’t be there, we’ll put Lily’s name as lead designer for now. We’ll change it back after the presentation.”
I gripped those pages.
Cloud Cabin was my mother’s manuscript. It was the project I had poured two years of my life into completing.
“Why can’t you just announce my name?”
“If you’re absent from the launch, it shakes investor confidence. Lily presents well, and she can be there on time. She’s more suitable than you.”
“It’s my design.”
“I know.”
He pressed a pen into my hand. “It’s just borrowing her name. Don’t be immature about this.”
I pulled my hand away. “I won’t sign.”
Ethan’s expression went cold. “Claire, the company isn’t here to indulge your moods. You already disrupted the flight by being late. Lily is willing to clean up your mess, and you’re still making a scene?”
He smoothed the authorization form flat again. “Sign it by nine. My assistant will come pick it up.”
“And if I don’t?”
“All of Cloud Cabin’s development data is at Ward Group. Whether you sign or not, I have the authority to decide who presents it.”
He knew exactly how much I had given to this project.
My fists clenched, and I finally said the words.
“Let’s get divorced.”
Ethan looked at me, a hint of derision in his eyes. “Claire, even jealousy has a limit. Don’t push this past the point of no return.”
His tone was so certain.
Just like every argument before—he was certain I could never leave him.
But this time, I was truly done.
Too exhausted to even fight him on it.