Divorce？The Billionaire Says No Way！

Moonlight poured through the window, casting a silvery glow over the entangled figures on the bed. Beads of sweat dripped from Ethan Ford's muscular chest, falling onto Evelyn Ford's bare skin as their movements ebbed and slowed. As Ethan let out a low groan, he pulled away, detaching himself without a hint of tenderness. He grabbed a glass of water from the nightstand and placed it beside a small pill. "Don't forget to take it," he said curtly, his tone cold and impersonal. He had been sparing with his words towards her, but when it came to the morning-after pill, he never failed to give her a special reminder. Evelyn's lips curled into a bitter smile. Of course. He didn't love her. Why would he let her keep his child? Back when she was still the heiress of the Bennett family, when their statuses barely matched, he had never intended to let her get pregnant. Now that her family was bankrupt, her father under investigation, her grandfather hospitalized, and her younger brother still a child, the idea was even more impossible. She was nothing more than a caged bird now. A kept woman surviving on the $200,000 monthly allowance Ethan gave her. Her gaze fell on the pill sitting next to the glass of water. She lowered her head, a wave of humiliation washing over her. 'How thoughtful of him,' she thought bitterly. 'Making sure I don't forget to take this.' The sound of running water from the bathroom filled the silence, mocking her futile devotion of six years. Evelyn swallowed the pill without hesitation. Her phone vibrated twice. A message from her best friend popped up on the screen. It was a screenshot of a social media post. Linda Wilson: [An unforgettable vacation—sun, sand, and you.] Beneath the caption was a photo. Linda, dressed head-to-toe in designer clothing, posed against a picturesque beach. And in the background, barely visible but unmistakable, was Ethan. The timestamp was from three days ago. Evelyn had been bedridden with a high fever back then. She'd sent Ethan a message, hoping for a response. But he hadn't replied. Now she knew why. Ethan had been on vacation with Linda. And Linda... The very same woman Evelyn had once mentored, back when Linda was an aspiring designer. Evelyn had taken her under her wing, even allowing Linda to accompany her to prestigious competitions. Yet somehow, her name had been swapped out for Linda's. Evelyn's work had been stolen, becoming Linda's award-winning debut piece. When Evelyn confronted Linda, the girl had played innocent, feigning ignorance while subtly twisting the narrative. The fallout had been devastating. Evelyn was accused of plagiarism, blacklisted in the industry, and reduced to a laughingstock. Meanwhile, Linda rose to fame, securing a spot in Alice's elite design studio overseas. Evelyn had turned to Ethan then, only for him to reply with four words. Ethan: Do not leave home. He was ashamed of her, yet he had no problem attending Linda's launch party abroad. Ethan's cold and heartless words were the final strike that broke Evelyn's heart. Evelyn fell apart, spiraling into depression. She nearly drowned, and battled a high fever for days and nights, her body alternating between burning hot and freezing cold. It wasn't until the third day that she narrowly escaped death's door. But the outcome she faced was devastating—after every moment of intimacy, she would find a morning-after pill waiting for her. The memory made her chest tighten, her fingers trembling as she clutched her phone. Ethan hated taking photos, so their only photo together was the one they had taken for their wedding. Now that Linda was flaunting a picture with him online, she must have had his permission. 'What's the point?' Evelyn thought, her heart aching. 'Six years of my life wasted. From the age of 18, I've recorded everything about him in my diary. And all for what?' Her thoughts were interrupted by her grandfather's call. His voice was frail but determined as he requested she and Ethan visit him this weekend. The bathroom door creaked open, and Ethan stepped out, a towel draped loosely around his hips. Droplets of water slid down his toned chest, glistening in the moonlight. He looked every bit as magnetic as he did commanding. In the bedroom, his intensity was unmatched. But outside, he was cold and distant, a stark contrast that made Evelyn's heart ache even more. Without sparing her a glance, Ethan quickly dressed. As he slipped on his Rolex, his sharp gaze finally landed on her. "Pack my clothes for the trip. I'll be gone for a few days," he instructed coolly. Ever since they got married, she had been taken care of everything for him, including his clothes. Evelyn hesitated, then blurted out, "Grandpa wants us to visit him this weekend. Can you—" "I'm busy," Ethan interrupted, his tone icy. He reached for his checkbook, scribbled out a $2,000,000 check, and handed it to her. "Take care of whatever he needs." The implication was clear. Money, not his presence, was his solution. Evelyn gripped the check tightly, her bitterness threatening to spill over. As Ethan walked out, she clutched her stomach. A wave of nausea hit her, sharp and unrelenting. She had been feeling this way for nearly a week now. Pushing the thought aside, she decided to visit the hospital. When the results came in, Evelyn stared at them in disbelief. She was pregnant.