Chapter 2 Let's Get Divorced

The next morning, Marina was woken up by a wave of nausea.

She hung over the toilet, throwing up until there was nothing left but bile, her eyes and cheeks flushed bright red from the strain.

After washing up and changing clothes, she got ready to go to the hospital for another thorough checkup.

Before leaving, she glanced at her phone.

At 3 AM, Kean had sent a message: [Lots going on at the company, not coming home tonight, go to bed early.]

She didn't reply, just turned off the screen without hesitation.

Marina arrived at the hospital, registered, and sat in the waiting area.

When her name was called, Marina stood up, and out of the corner of her eye, she suddenly caught sight of a familiar figure.

She paused mid-step and turned to look.

In the waiting area outside the gynecology clinic, Kean was sitting in a chair, wearing the same dark gray suit from yesterday, his hair slightly messy, looking like he hadn't slept well all night.

Next to him, Claire was pressed close against him, one hand wrapped around his arm, the other hand resting on her lower abdomen, her face glowing with a sweet smile.

Marina froze in place.

She watched Kean stand up and help Claire walk toward the examination room, his movements careful and gentle, as if handling some priceless treasure.

She remembered when they first got together—when she had a cold and fever, he had stayed by her side for three days and nights without leaving.

But when did this tender care get transferred to another woman?

Seeing them walking in her direction, Marina instinctively hid behind the corner of the stairwell.

Kean and Claire's voices drifted over in fragments.

Claire's voice sounded aggrieved, "Kean, do you really want me to abort this baby? It's your own child!"

"I've told you many times." Kean's voice was cold, "You and I were just fooling around. I have no feelings for you. I only love Marina. If this child is born, it'll just be illegitimate."

Claire's voice was tearful, "So all those sweet things you said in bed were lies?"

Kean's voice was emotionless, "Don't forget, you were the one who seduced me first."

"You..." Claire's voice was cut off by sobs.

Marina stood at the corner, listening to this conversation, unable to describe what she was feeling.

Though she'd known for a while that Kean was cheating, she still hadn't expected this man to be even more terrible than she'd imagined.

"Alright." Kean's voice came again, "I'll give you a sum of money, enough for you to live comfortably for the rest of your life."

"Kean!" Claire completely broke down, "How can you treat me like this! I'm carrying your child, don't you have a conscience?"

Marina didn't want to hear any more.

She turned to leave and bumped into the fire hydrant nearby.

Kean looked toward the noise and froze when he saw Marina.

Claire saw her too, tears still on her face, wearing an aggrieved expression, "Mrs. Foster, don't misunderstand, I just wasn't feeling well and asked Kean to come with me for a checkup..."

Marina looked at that innocent, pretty face and felt another wave of nausea in her stomach.

"A checkup at the gynecology department?" she said flatly, her tone somewhat sarcastic.

Kean's face darkened, and he opened his mouth, "Marina, I..."

"That's enough." Marina didn't want to hear his lies, "You don't need to explain, and I don't want to hear it."

She turned and walked away.

Kean wanted to chase after her but was grabbed by Claire.

"Kean..." Claire cried pitifully, "My stomach hurts so much..."

Kean shook off her hand and still wanted to chase Marina, but she had already disappeared from sight.

Claire watched him like this, tugged at his sleeve, and said softly and pitifully, "Kean, don't overthink it. Marina's just upset right now. She'll be fine once she calms down..."

Kean said nothing, thinking she was probably right.

After all these years of marriage, no matter how badly they fought, Marina always chose to compromise in the end. This time should be no different.

Seeing his expression relax, Claire clutched her stomach and sobbed, "Kean, my stomach hurts so much. Can we go back?"

Kean glanced in the direction Marina had left, then finally nodded, "Okay."

Marina entered the examination room and saw a man in a white coat sitting at the desk, head down, writing something.

"Please sit." The doctor didn't look up, his voice gentle, "What's bothering you?"

Marina sat down in the chair and handed over her registration slip and previous test results.

The doctor took them, his eyes falling on the report, then suddenly paused.

He looked up. The moment their eyes met, they both froze.

It was an extremely handsome face, with deep features and eyes that held a distant, cool quality.

"Marina?" The doctor raised his eyebrows slightly, then curved his lips into a smile, "Long time no see."

Marina was stunned for a few seconds before finally saying the man's name, "Ethan Gray?"

Ethan smiled, with a warm gentleness, "Didn't expect to run into you here."

Marina hadn't expected it either.

Ethan was her senior from college, two years ahead of her, a star student in medical school with consistently top grades, good looks, and a good family background—the dream guy for countless girls.

In her sophomore year, Ethan had pursued her, but she'd turned him down.

Because her heart only had room for Kean.

Later, Ethan went abroad for further studies, and they lost contact.

Marina never imagined they would meet again like this.

"You're pregnant?" Ethan looked at her, silent for a few seconds, then asked, "Why are you alone? Where's your husband? Why didn't he come with you?"

Marina's fingers curled slightly, her eyes glancing away, "He's pretty busy."

Ethan looked at her, something complicated flashing in his eyes.

He didn't press further. Instead, he stood up, walked to the water dispenser, filled a cup with warm water, and placed it in front of her, "The first three months of pregnancy are important. Don't overwork yourself, and don't have too many emotional ups and downs."

Marina lowered her head, looked at the water, picked it up and took a sip, saying quietly, "I know."

Ethan sat down across from her, "Marina, you've changed."

Marina's grip on the cup tightened.

"You used to smile a lot." Ethan looked at her, concern in his eyes, "But from the moment you walked in until now, you haven't smiled once."

Marina remained silent, not knowing what to say.

Ethan wrote something on a piece of paper, then handed it to her, "This is my private number. If you have any problems, you can reach out anytime."

Marina took the paper and nodded, "Thank you."