Chapter 3 What Are You Doing?

When Marina came back from the hospital, Kean was already home.

He was sitting on the living room sofa, and when he saw her return, a smile immediately appeared on his face. "Marina, you're back? What do you want to eat? I'll make it for you."

Marina didn't say anything. Her eyes fell on the coffee table, which was piled with luxury brand shopping bags.

Kean pulled out an orange box and handed it to her. "Isn't this the bag you've always wanted? I asked several people before I could get it."

Marina glanced at it without saying a word.

"And this." Kean pulled out a Chanel bag. "This is the camellia series you like. You said it smelled nice before, so I bought it for you too."

Marina looked at these gifts, feeling nothing inside.

Kean didn't care at all about why she went to the hospital. He just tried to brush her off with material things.

She suddenly felt that this man she'd lived with for three years was actually a stranger.

"I'm tired," Marina said wearily. "I'm going to rest."

Seeing that she didn't bring up what happened during the day, Kean thought she'd calmed down, so he didn't stop her.

Back in the bedroom, Marina took out her phone and saw a new post on Instagram from Claire.

The photo showed an opened orange box with a Birkin bag inside—exactly the same as the one Kean had given her.

The caption read: [Thank you for the surprise! My favorite person gave me my favorite bag. Another day of being spoiled!]

Marina stared at the photo and suddenly laughed.

Kean, you're such an idiot.

Giving your wife and your mistress the exact same bag—aren't you afraid of getting caught someday?

She put down her phone and looked at her hands, which were still trembling slightly.

She'd known Kean since she was eighteen, and after marrying him, her whole life revolved around him.

For him, she gave up the chance to study abroad. She went from being a glamorous young lady to a housewife doing laundry and cooking.

She thought it was love, but it was just her one-sided devotion.

Marina bit her lip as tears fell without her realizing it.

Just then, her phone suddenly rang.

Marina wiped away her tears and picked up her phone. It was a text from an unknown number.

[Marina, this is Ethan. Your blood test results are in. If it's convenient, please come to the hospital.]

Marina replied with one word: [Okay.]

As soon as Marina arrived at the hospital, she heard a delicate voice behind her. "Isn't this Mrs. Foster?"

Marina stopped and turned around.

Claire was wearing a tight floral dress, carrying the same bag that Kean had given her.

Marina looked at her without saying anything.

Claire looked her up and down, a smug smile playing at the corner of her mouth. "Mrs. Foster, what's wrong with you? Are you sick? I'm so sorry, Kean's been with me lately. He hasn't had time for you."

Marina laughed—a light laugh tinged with mockery.

"But so what?" she said, looking at Claire. "Does he dare let anyone know you exist? As long as I'm around, you'll always be that mistress who can't see the light of day."

Claire froze, then her eyes reddened as her fingers gripped the bag strap tightly.

Marina looked at her and suddenly felt a bit sad.

This woman was just as foolish as she was.

Thinking she was special, thinking those sweet words were real, thinking that man truly loved her.

But in the end, she was just being used as a plaything.

"Ms. Lewis, let me give you some advice." Marina withdrew her gaze. "Being a mistress never ends well. Please take care of yourself."

She turned to leave.

"Stop!" Claire suddenly rushed forward and grabbed her arm. "Marina, who do you think you are? What gives you the right to lecture me? What's so great about you?"

Marina frowned, trying to shake off her hand.

Just then, Claire's gaze shifted to something behind her. Her expression changed instantly, and she immediately started crying out, "Mrs. Foster, I know I was wrong! I shouldn't have fallen for Kean, but I really love him! You can hit me or yell at me, but please don't hurt my baby. The baby is innocent!"

Marina froze.

Before she could react, Claire had already let go of her arm and fallen backward, sitting on the ground.

Claire clutched her stomach, screaming, "Mrs. Foster, why did you push me..."

"Claire!"

A familiar voice came from behind. Marina turned to see Kean striding over. Without even glancing at Marina, he knelt down to help Claire.

"Kean..." Claire was in tears, pitifully clutching his hand. "My stomach hurts so much. Will the baby be okay?"

Kean's expression grew darker.

He looked up at Marina, his eyes cold and unfamiliar.

Marina watched this scene and found it utterly ridiculous.

"If I said I didn't push her, would you believe me?" she asked.

Kean fell silent.

Marina's heart went completely cold.

"Kean," she said softly. "We've been married for three years. Don't you know what kind of person I am?"

Kean's Adam's apple bobbed as he looked at her with a complicated expression.

"Marina, go home first," he said, his voice tired. "We'll talk about this later."

Marina watched as he picked up Claire and hurried toward the hospital ward, never looking back at her once.

A sharp pain shot through Marina's heart. She stepped back twice, feeling dizzy, her legs weak, her whole body starting to lean backward.

Just then, a pair of strong arms steadied her.

Marina turned her head and saw Ethan's face.

"Are you okay?" Ethan's voice was full of concern.

Marina wanted to say she was fine, but her chest felt so tight she couldn't get a word out.

Ethan supported her and slowly walked toward a nearby rest area.

The rest area had a row of chairs. Ethan helped her sit down, then crouched in front of her, looking up at her face.

"Take deep breaths," he guided patiently. "Slowly now, breathe in... breathe out..."

Marina did as he said, and after a few breaths, she felt a bit better.

Ethan reached out to feel her forehead, then lifted her eyelids to check, his brow furrowing even more.

"How long has it been since you've eaten?" he asked.

Marina paused. From this morning until now, she hadn't eaten anything.

Ethan sighed, pulled a chocolate bar from his pocket, unwrapped it, and handed it to her.

"Eat this first," he said gently. "Your body can't take this kind of stress right now. You can't go hungry."

Marina took the chocolate and bit off a small piece. The sweet taste melted on her tongue, carrying a hint of bitterness.

She kept her head down, slowly eating the chocolate without saying a word.

Ethan crouched in front of her, quietly watching her.

When Marina finished the chocolate, Ethan got a cup of warm water from a nearby dispenser and handed it to her. "Have some water."

Marina took the cup and held it in her hands.

She looked down at the water in the cup and suddenly felt her eyes stinging.

When she needed care the most, Kean was with another woman.

She didn't know when the tears started falling.

Marina bit her lip, trying hard to hold them back, but the tears came like a broken dam, impossible to stop.

She didn't want to cry in front of Ethan, didn't want him to see her like this.

But she couldn't help it, because she was just so tired.

"I'm sorry..." she said hoarsely. "I..."

Ethan didn't say anything. He just pulled a pack of tissues from his pocket, took one out, and handed it to her.

Marina took it and wiped her tears, but the more she wiped, the more they came.

Ethan watched her, then suddenly reached out and used his fingertips to wipe away the tears on her cheek.

His movements were gentle and soft, as if afraid of disturbing some fragile treasure.

Marina froze for a moment, about to say something, when a cold voice suddenly came from behind.

"What are you two doing?"