Chapter 7 

“These are the proofs,” I said coldly. “Please, everyone here, witness this–I’m divorcing Ethan Walker 

Ethan went wild, rushing onto the stage to grab the photos from me. 

“Are you insane? Do you even realize what you’re saying?” 

“Where did these come from? I don’t know anything about this!” 

The photos scattered on the floor, revealing intimate moments between him and Sophie- 

cationing together, holding each other, kissing, even sweaty and disheveled after workouts. 

Everything was laid bare for all to see. 

Ethan froze, staring at the evidence, utterly dumbfounded. 

I looked at his pathetic state, feeling nothing but satisfaction as I spoke coldly. 

“Do you remember the day you made a cake for Sophie Quinn? That was our fifth wedding anniversary.” 

that night, but Sophie’s social media post slapped me in the face instead.” 

“I wanted to surprise you tha 

He looked up sharply as I continued, my voice slow and deliberate. 

“I was pregnant, Ethan. Did you know that?” 

n to have this child, despite your condition. But thanks to you, I lost it. You killed it.” 

uch pain to 

“I endured so much 

He shook his head in disbelief. 

“That’s impossible. The doctors told me years ago that I’d never have another child. How could you have been pregnant?” 

After our daughter was born, Ethan had fallen gravely ill, and the treatment had left him infertile. 

When I unexpectedly became pregnant, it had felt like a miracle. 

Het out a bitter laugh, my voice icy as I delivered the final blow 

“You’re right. You’ll never have another child again–because the only one you could have had was killed by you.” 

Ethan collapsed to the floor, his arrogance and pride shattered. 

I didn’t spare him another glance. 

I dropped the divorce papers on the table and walked out of the gala without looking back. 

“Sign them. My lawyer will be in touch.”