Ch. Love Leaving the Port 5 Love Leaving the Port 5

It was a meticulously embroidered “Hundred 

Gods Celebrating Longevity” painting. 

Clearly, I’d spent months hand–stitching it. 

Moved, Grandpa Smith, his eyes teary, 

opened the second gift. 

It was the heirloom jewelry Grandma Smith 

had given me at our wedding. 

The room fell silent. 

In high society, returning ancestral jewelry 

meant something everyone understood. 

Before Grandpa Smith could react, Ethan, his 

face ashen, walked to the third gift. 

As I’d planned, he opened my final gift. 

The box was large. 

But the contents were meager. 

Only a divorce agreement and a medical 

report. 

Ethan froze. 

Divorce? 

She wanted a divorce? 

Impossible. 

After reading the report, Grandpa Smith 

publicly slapped Ethan, “You monster! Look 

what you’ve done! I shouldn’t have let you 

marry Sarah! You ruined her life!” 

Seeing Grandpa Smith nearly faint, the family 

rushed to support him. 

Everyone discreetly left, but Ethan remained, 

staring at the divorce papers. 

After a long time, he expressionlessly tore 

them into pieces. 

Ignoring Jenny’s cries, he took the keys from 

the driver and drove to the old Smith house. 

It was dark. 

He lowered the window, sat in the driveway, 

smoking all night until his throat was sore and 

く 

his voice hoarse, but no lights turned on. 

Five days later, he discovered I’d left the 

country. 

Why leave? 

Did she not want to see him? 

He’d made a mistake men everywhere make. 

Why could Sarah just leave and file for 

divorce? 

He wouldn’t allow it! 

After finding my location, he booked the 

fastest flight, leaving straight from the office. 

At the airport, Jenny, tearful, found him. 

“Ethan, are you leaving me and the baby?” 

Glancing at her growing belly, he patted her 

head, “I’ve arranged a new place for you. Move there today.” 

Her tears flowed, “As long as I’m with you, I’ll 

live anywhere. But our baby is innocent. If 

Sarah truly loved you, she should accept our 

child, not ruin Grandpa’s birthday and 

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embarrass you and the family! She’s…” 

He coldly interrupted, “What right do you 

have to judge my wife?” 

“Jenny, I thought you were sensible. You 

haven’t understood your place.” 

Taking his boarding pass, he looked down at 

her coldly, “No matter how many children I 

have outside, Sarah will always be my only 

wife. And when you leave the villa, take 

everything. I don’t want Sarah to see anything 

that reminds her of you and get upset again.”