Chapter 2 Are You Pregnant?

She didn’t have much to pack, only the paintings she had created over the years. The luxury clothes meant nothing to her anymore; they were just disposable possessions.Late that night, Ethan came back.

Seeing her sitting blankly on the edge of the bed with two open suitcases on the floor, Ethan's face immediately darkened. "What are you doing?"

"Packing. Getting ready to move out."

"You haven't signed yet, have you?" Ethan frowned. "The divorce papers haven't been filed either. What's the rush? In such a hurry to leave me?"

She was in a hurry to leave? Diana's lips twisted. He was the one who drew the line first, and now he was questioning her.

Her silence only made his frown deepen. “Grandpa still doesn’t know about this. If you move out, he’ll become suspicious,” he said, still clinging to the facade.

Diana's lips moved. "How would Grandpa know I moved out? Unless someone tells him..."

Her retort made Ethan's face darken like a storm cloud. "You just have to leave, rushing off to find your Mr. Price, right?"

Diana froze. What did this have to do with that guy?

But whatever. They were about to divorce anyway. What was the point of explaining?

She closed her eyes, then forced a deliberate smile. “Alright. Transfer the shares to me, and you’re free to do as you please. I’ll cooperate fully.” “Diana,” Ethan said sharply, his patience finally snapping. "I already told you..."

Before he could finish, his phone rang again.

Just as Diana expected, it was Blair calling again.

That sickeningly sweet voice on the other end made her nauseous again. She rushed into the bathroom and dry-heaved over the toilet.

Through the haze, she heard Ethan's gentle, comforting tone.

Diana had no energy left to care. She just wanted him to leave quickly. But after hanging up, he actually came up behind her.

There was no concern in his expression only anger, as though her discomfort were nothing but pretense. He spoke first, his tone cutting. “Diana, what exactly is your problem?"

She washed her face in the mirror, not answering. She had no idea what he was even asking about.

"Say something." Seeing her silence, he actually grabbed her arm, forcing her to look up at him.

"Did you threaten Blair on the phone?"

Diana was stunned. When had she ever threatened Blair?

Besides nausea, she felt anger, despair, helplessness... leaving her with no energy to explain.

"Calling to insult her wasn’t enough for you? You even had to send people to break her windows?” Ethan said, shoving his phone close to her face after speaking.

On the screen was a video, dimly lit, shot from someone hiding in a corner behind a window.

Outside on the street were several thuggish young men, cursing Blair as a homewrecker, then throwing a rock. The window shattered on impact.

Diana stared in shock. "I didn't! We're about to divorce—why would I bother with her? Besides, I don't even know where she lives!"

"Then where did these guys come from? Besides you, who else would curse at her like that?"

Diana's lipsquivered as she lifted her chin. “Then go ahead, call the police. Arrest me right now. Let’s see if you can find a single piece of evidence to put me in jail!"

"I don't want to fight with you." But Ethan was cold as ice. "Diana, except for the shares, I can agree to any request. But you'd better not pull these tricks. Watch yourself!"

Bang—the front door slammed mercilessly, then the sound of his car grew distant and soon disappeared.

It was obvious he had gone to comfort Blair again. Diana sank weakly onto the bed, her gaze empty and distant. Once, she had only wanted his heart, to be cared for by him.

Now she still wanted it—she wanted him to rip his heart out and show her just how heartless he really was...

Ethan definitely wouldn't come back this time. Diana didn't want to deal with it anymore. Sadness and despair had drained all her energy. She lay down on the bed and soon fell asleep.

The next day at noon, she left with her luggage and checked into a hotel that claimed to have the highest security.

Ethan didn't contact her until evening, when he finally called.

She didn't feel like responding. Unexpectedly, not long after, Old Mr. Grant called, inviting her to return for dinner together, with the meeting set downtown. It would take a while to get there. When she arrived, Ethan was already there. As soon as he saw her, he spoke in an accusatory tone. "Why didn't you answer your phone?"

"Why are you being so harsh?" Old Mr. Grant put down his cup from the sofa and glared at Ethan with displeasure. "Don't you often miss calls yourself?"

"That's because I'm in meetings, busy." Ethan's tone had to soften, speaking helplessly.

"Wasn't Mr. Grant also busy just now? I was afraid of disturbing you." Diana dug her nails into her palm, sitting down calmly with a smile and pouring herself a cup of hot water.

Her heart had gone numb from the pain, and that numbness brought an unexpected clarity; she was now able to compose herself completely and deliver a flawless performance.

"What do you mean by that?" Ethan narrowed his eyes at her, a threat in his gaze.

Old Mr. Grant looked at her curiously too. "What was Ethan busy with just now?"

Of course he was busy being with his mistress.

Diana smiled faintly. “Grandpa, I’m just joking. He’s been so busy lately I don’t even know who he’s been seeing outside. He hardly has any time for me."

"With clients, of course." Ethan said.

Diana pretended not to notice and adopted a complaining tone. "Grandpa, who are his clients anyway? Meeting clients on weekends, meeting clients at night, sometimes meeting clients late at night... He's a workaholic, and his clients are workaholics too?"

She glanced at Ethan with a half-smile. "I feel so insecure."

"Ethan, what's going on?" Old Mr. Grant naturally heard the problem and glared at Ethan. "You've been that busy lately?"

"Yeah, I’m almost done ." Ethan said, clearly catching Diana’s implication. After a brief pause, he looked at her and asked, “What would make you feel secure?”

"I don't know." Diana's tone was meaningful. "Money doesn't help. Maybe... shares would help..."

"Would shares help?" Ethan asked.

Diana immediately smiled. "Grandpa, Ethan wants to give me company shares, saying that way I won't have to worry about him changing his heart. I'm too embarrassed to accept."

"What's there to be embarrassed about?" Old Mr. Grant said, striking the table firmly. “I’ll decide for you just accept it!”

Then he turned to Diana with a warm smile. “This boy simply doesn't know how to express himself. You've suffered a lot. If he gives you shares, just take them! Don't be polite with him!"

"Thank you, Grandpa." Diana called out sweetly. "Then I'll go to the company next Monday to sign the contract. Is that okay, Mr. Grant?"

Ethan made a sound of agreement, his eyes watching her with deep meaning.

Three years—she'd always been the definition of obedient, never this bold before, like a cat with its fur standing on end.

Had he just never seen her true nature, or had she suddenly changed?

Old Mr. Grant failed to notice the quiet tension between them, instead assuming Ethan’s decision to transfer shares was a sign that their relationship was improving.

"Why isn't Diana eating much? Is your stomach bothering you lately?"

Old Mr. Grant's eyes stayed on her with concern.

"I'm so happy that Ethan's giving me shares." Diana smiled. "He's been spoiling me so much lately."

While speaking, she leaned lightly against Ethan and cast him a meaningful glance, signaling that as long as he handed over the shares, she would continue playing the role of the devoted wife without issue.Old Mr. Grant was even more satisfied seeing them so sweet together. "I'm relieved your relationship is getting better! It's also time to give the Grants an heir. Ethan, don't go off to work tonight. Stay here together!"

Diana's smile stiffened for a moment, then returned to normal as she nodded shyly in agreement.

This state continued until she entered the bedroom.

As soon as the door closed, her face fell. She sat on the sofa in the corner of the room, keeping her distance from Ethan.

"Once Grandpa's asleep, go be with your Blair."

She addressed Ethan in a cool, detached tone. “Don’t worry. I’m being paid to do a job. I’ll cover for you, no one will find out you weren't here tonight."

Ethan's brow furrowed tightly, clearly displeased with her attitude.

"Are you trying to help me out, or rushing to get rid of me so you can meet up with another man?"

"Does Mr. Grant have such low moral standards himself that he thinks this way about me?"

Before Diana could finishspeaking, she suddenly covered her mouth and hurried toward the bathroom, the little she had eaten at dinner turning her stomach

"What's wrong with you?"

Ethan followed, remembering she'd been throwing up during the day too, and suddenly realized something.

"Diana, you're not pregnant, are you?"