Ch. Love Leaving the Port 8 Love Leaving the Port 8

“I’m pathetic? I was with Sarah for nine 

years. If she hadn’t lost her ability to have 

children, I wouldn’t have let Jenny keep the 

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baby. She just misunderstood, thinking I cheated. Once I make up with her, she’ll 

break up with you and come back to me.” 

Liam coldly laughed and knocked Ethan to the ground. 

When I miscarried, Liam dropped everything 

to care for me. Ethan was busy with work, 

taking Jenny to Prague. 

The two men fought, and two police officers 

stopped them, taking all three to the hospital. 

At the hospital, I was taken to Ethan’s room, 

realizing it was a trap. 

I laughed, “Really?” 

Ethan, with two broken ribs, smiled 

awkwardly. 

He said hoarsely, “Sarah, I miss you. I’m 

going crazy.” 

The doctor treated his wounds; I saw his 

chest tattoo–the sun, moon, and stars—a 

family–of–three design I’d made when I was 

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pregnant. He’d said, “The moon? You’re not 

worthy.” 

While Liam was gone, Ethan grabbed my 

wrist, refusing to let go, “Sarah, I apologize. 

It’s my fault. I’ll make it up to you, please 

forgive me.” 

His phone rang. It was Jenny. He answered on 

speakerphone. 

“Ethan! Help! Mr. Liu brought people to my 

apartment… they want to take my baby!” 

Ethan didn’t flinch, smiling at me, “Jenny, I 

know you drugged me. That baby can’t stay. 

And the rumors about the Smith family’s 

inability to have children–I’ve had them. 

deleted. The price for spreading rumors about 

my wife is that you won’t get anesthesia 

during the abortion. You won’t have any more 

children.” 

Jenny frantically begged, “Mr. Smith! I was 

wrong! I beg you! Spare my child! … 

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AAAAAAH!” 

I frowned. 

Ethan hung up. 

He held my hand to his cheek, pale, and said, 

“Sarah, they’ll send the surgery video. After you watch it, can you forgive me a little?” I pulled my hand away, “This hospital has a 

great psychiatric ward, you should go.” 

He weakly smiled, “Okay, whatever you say.” 

Ethan thought he owed me so much, but he’d 

make up for it. 

Three days later, Liam and I had a grand 

wedding. 

Ethan, speeding to the venue, heard the priest 

pronounce us married. 

He heard me tell Liam, “I do.” 

“No! Sarah! You can’t marry him!” 

His heart constricted; he knelt on the red 

carpet, like a drowned rat, hoarsely begging, 

“Wife, we won’t divorce. I never wanted to 

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divorce you. Don’t marry him…” 

With undisguised disgust, I looked down at 

him, “Ethan, thanks to Grandpa Smith’s gift, 

I’ll forgive you for interrupting the wedding. 

But you’re not welcome. Leave.” 

His tears flowed, “Sarah, I’m sorry. Give me 

another chance. I’ll change…” 

“I can’t live without you. Since you left, I’ve 

only thought of you. Sarah, I love you, more 

than anyone…‘ 

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His emotions surged; he ripped his shirt, 

pointing at the moon tattoo, eyes bloodshot, 

“You’re my moon, wife. I’ll do anything, just 

don’t leave me!” 

“Pfft-” 

I laughed.. 

I met his gaze, calmly saying, “Ethan, I have 

someone who loves me and whom I love. He’s 

my husband, Liam. Even if all the men in the 

world die. I won’t be with you.” 

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Watching me accept Liam’s ring, Ethan felt 

his blood freeze. 

As I walked past him, arm in arm with Liam, 

he grabbed a cake knife, bloodshot eyes. 

screaming at me, “You’re afraid of getting 

hurt again. I’ll show you my heart!” 

He stabbed himself. “Look, Sarah, my 

heart…” My heart loves you… 

“Sarah, please look back one last time…” 

Ignoring his cries, I snuggled into Liam’s 

arms, “Honey, that was scary. Let’s go. 

Liam strode out of the church, gently lifting. 

me into the car, “Wife, let’s run away.” 

“Okay.” 

Smiling, I leaned on Liam’s shoulder. 

He sped off, taking me towards true 

happiness. 

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