In fact, Zoe was not at home.
Evan threw off the covers, barefoot, and searched for her frantically.
He sat on the sofa. Frustrated, he raked his fingers through his hair, only to hear the door open. Zoe stood in the doorway, looking small and fragile.
She glanced at Evan and entered, closing the door behind her.
"Where did you go?" he asked.
"Nowhere," she replied casually.
Under Evan's displeased gaze, she walked to the bedroom door.
"Evan," Zoe paused, not turning back, and called out to him.
He remained silent, waiting for her to continue.
"I'm serious, let's divorce, okay?" She turned, her eyes dull and filled with sorrow.
Evan glared back. "There will be no divorce."
He stood up and approached her, standing face to face.
"If you cut ties with that man, I'll make sure she gets rid of the child. After that, we'll..."
He paused, "After that, we'll live a happy life."
Live a happy life? Could they still do that?
Their marriage had been irreparable half a year ago.
Zoe's lips curved, attempting a smile, but the sadness within suppressed it.
Without a word, she turned and entered the room, preparing to file for divorce.
Evan watched the door close, his chest tight. He entered the room, fetching cigarettes.
Zoe didn't go to the hospital these days, and she hung up on Edward twice when he called.
She drafted the divorce agreement, found a lawyer, and decided to divorce at all costs.
One week passed.
When the lawyer found Evan at the office, he was enraged upon seeing the legal document, snatching and tearing it apart.
Zoe had another copy of the divorce agreement.
The lawyer, intimidated by Evan's fierce gaze, dared not say anything.
"Tell her, it's not happening," he kicked the office chair over.
The lawyer left.
Didn't he say they would live happy life?
Meanwhile, Zoe looked at the divorce agreement, which clearly stated she would leave with nothing.
The doorbell rang. She placed the documents on the table and went to open it.
Jocelyn's heavily made-up face greeted her, causing Zoe's brow to furrow.
"What do you want?" Zoe asked.
Jocelyn crossed her arms, chin raised. "Didn't expect you to have some tricks up your sleeve."
This woman must have whispered something in Evan's ear for him to make her abort the child!
Zoe stared at her silently.
The more composed Zoe was, the angrier Jocelyn became.
"Come on," she grabbed Zoe's hand, forcing it towards her belly. "Feel it, it's a month old."
She smiled, her grip forceful.
Zoe touched the slightly protruding stomach, feeling an abnormal heat. She tried to retract her hand, but Jocelyn held on tight.
"Feel it, experience what a child feels like. After all..." she giggled, "you can't have children, and you never will."
Zoe froze, anger surging within her!
Did Evan tell her such personal things?
Absolutely shameless!
"Let me go," Zoe stared at the hand covered in black nail polish, her jaw clenched.
Jocelyn released her, patting her hands clean.
"Be smart and divorce soon. Women like you are pitiful, clinging on when there's nothing left," Jocelyn taunted.
Zoe stepped back, her eyes cold. "Miss, do you feel superior being the mistress?"
Jocelyn chuckled, unfazed. "In the end, it's because you, the nagging wife, can't keep your man's heart."
