Chapter 4The Doctor's Perfect Creation

I knew I wouldn't play along.

Tomorrow was the casting day, and the day I left.

Ethan was drugging me to stop me from blocking Chloe's path.

I swallowed the bitterness and slept until dawn.

I made breakfast for my husband of ten years.

The last meal.

Ethan hugged me from behind.

"Whose wife is so good? I'm envious of myself."

I kept flipping the eggs.

"Today is the casting. Who do you think will win?"

Ethan froze, laughing awkwardly.

"Who cares? When your face heals, the champion will be you."

I smiled mockingly and plated the eggs.

Ethan's eyes darted over my face, guilty.

"Honey, while your face heals and you can't work, let's have a baby?"

"Imagine a daughter as beautiful as you. I'd be so happy."

He held me tight, whispering sweet nothings.

All I saw was the matching ring on his finger.

I responded faintly.

His phone rang as soon as the food was served.

Before he could speak, I smiled.

"Hospital emergency? Go."

He always answered Chloe immediately.

"Wait for me, wifey. I'll miss you."

I didn't nod. I wouldn't be waiting.

After he left, I gave the food to the housekeeper.

I told her I knew about the drugs.

"It's okay. I can handle it."

I sent her away and packed everything.

I went to the airport alone.

Meanwhile, Ethan walked into the venue with Chloe on his arm.

A news segment played on the wall.

"Milan's top agency hired a young new mentor named Sarah Ye."

"Must be talented."

Ethan frowned.

His wife's name was Sarah too.

A bad feeling rose in his chest. He looked up at the screen.