“Let’s get a divorce, Ethan,” I held back the pain and finally said these words. Three years ago, because of my grandfather’s arrangements, Ethan and I became husband and wife. Now that my grandfather has passed away, Ethan is free. He even brought back his pregnant ex-lover to live with us as a family of three! I rubbed my belly where a small life had yet to form. I was pregnant, and this should have been a piece of happy news that Ethan and I would have celebrated together, but now I didn’t want to tell him. After divorcing Ethan, I left with my child. Several years later, when I returned with my child, my ex-husband appeared in front of me with a deep, loving gaze that seemed to only include me. “Hannah, come back home with me.” I took off my sunglasses nonchalantly and said coldly, “Sorry, who are you?”