Chapter 4

That day, our son had a fever of 101.3 degrees Fahrenheit and was incredibly clingy.

I stayed home to keep him company while he was on an IV drip.

Chloe, wearing her high heels, was about to head out again when our son called out in his sweet, baby voice.

"Mommy, don't go!"

She hesitated for a moment and finally sat down.

Looking at my son's happy smile, I felt that giving her another chance had been the right call.

But the shrill ringtone of her phone shattered the warm atmosphere.

Julian's tearful voice came through the speaker. "Chloe, someone is following me! The internet is calling me a male escort, a simp, and a homewrecker!"

"Is Ethan really trying to drive me to suicide? Chloe, please tell Ethan I won't ever come near you again. Just beg him to let me go!"

I didn't even look up, continuing to play with our son.

It was entirely within my expectations that Julian would face some trouble, but it was nowhere near as bad as he claimed.

Yet Chloe reacted as if someone had stepped on her tail. She slammed her phone onto the coffee table.

Our son burst into tears from the loud noise.

Instead of comforting him, she pointed a finger at my face like a madwoman.

"Ethan, enough is enough! I am sick and tired of you playing God and manipulating everyone!"

"You already drove Julian away. Why won't you let him go?!"

"I married you, Ethan. I didn't sell myself to you! What right do you have to control every single thing I do?!"

I lost my patience and pointed toward the door. "If you want to scream, get the hell out! Don't scare our son!"

She let out a cold laugh. "You want to ruin him, Ethan? Fine. I will protect him no matter what!"

With that, she ignored our son's crying, slammed the door, and left!

I watched her retreating back, my eyes darkening.

She had truly lost her mind.

After soothing our son to sleep, I opened my laptop.

The scandal about Julian being a home-wrecking boy toy had been trending all morning, but by the afternoon, it had completely vanished.

To save that piece of trash, Chloe had actually mobilized her company's PR department!

How ridiculous!

I didn't want to deal with it, but then I discovered that Chloe had issued an official statement under the company's name.

The statement claimed that Julian possessed outstanding professional capabilities, condemned the "malicious rumors," and threatened legal action against anyone spreading them.

At the same time, HR sent a message to my phone. Chloe had officially appointed Julian as the Operations Manager, moving him into a private office on the executive floor with vice-president-level benefits.

My secretary also forwarded a screenshot of Julian's smug post on Snapchat.

He was wearing a custom-tailored suit, flashing that shiny luxury watch.

Looking at the notifications on my phone, I let out a cold laugh.

Chloe, if you insist on elevating this parasite, don't blame me for showing no mercy!

After setting my plans against Miller Group into motion, I hurried home, only to find our son was gone!

I frantically questioned the nanny. She trembled as she answered, "The mistress came back... and took the young master with her..."

The fury inside me could no longer be suppressed. After learning from my secretary that Chloe was at the amusement park, I rushed over without losing a second.

When I arrived, I saw Chloe and Julian whispering intimately ahead, completely oblivious to our son struggling to keep up behind them.

The little guy's face was flushed red from the fever, drenched in sweat as he whimpered.

"Mommy... slow down... it hurts... wait for me..."

A malicious smirk played on Julian's lips as he casually extended his foot.

Thud!

Our son tripped and fell hard onto the pavement. He froze for a second before bursting into hysterical tears.

Chloe instinctively reached down to help him, but Julian suddenly spoke up.

"Chloe, does the little master hate me? Do you think he fell on purpose just to fake cry?"

Hearing this, Chloe snapped her hand back and glared at our son accusingly.

"Julian was nice enough to bring you out to play, and you're faking a fall? Why are you so spoiled?"

I charged forward like an arrow, scooping up my sobbing, shaking son into my arms.

Rage almost consumed me.

Chloe's expression changed slightly, and she tried to explain frantically, "Julian said I shouldn't have left when Leo was sick. That's why he suggested we come to the amusement park, to make it up to him..."

I glared at her coldly. "He's barely two years old. What can he play at an amusement park?"

"Did you bring him here to watch you two display your disgusting affection, or to let this bastard trip him?"

The air turned dead silent.

Julian's smug grin froze on his face. Chloe's pupils dilated, and her face quickly flushed with anger.

"Ethan, don't twist our good intentions! We..."

Holding my terrified son close, I cut her off. "Chloe, we're getting a divorce!"