Lies Like Foam, Love in the DeepChapter 3

Instant silence.

Shock flashed in Harrison’s eyes.

Ethan, even more panicked, couldn’t utter a word.

Once he recovered, Harrison hurriedly asked:

“Ariel? How did you come here? Don’t misunderstand, Serena just got out today, and Ethan woke up, so we just thought we’d throw her a welcome party…”

Everyone around them had already dispersed.

After all, for five years, Harrison, worried that others would know Serena had been to prison, had always claimed she was abroad.

I smiled. “Well, that’s just wonderful.”

“Ariel, long time no see. I was so foolish back then.”

Serena said, choking up, her tearful expression drawing sympathy.

She was wearing a high-fashion gown, her makeup flawless. There was no sign she’d ever been to prison.

Ethan immediately stepped in front of her, glaring at me defensively:

“Don’t you dare target Serena! I don’t blame her for what happened back then, so what right do you have to decide for me!?”

Watching his anxious expression, I couldn’t help but laugh.

Serena always knew how to make herself out to be the victim.

She did it when she was adopted by Mom and Dad, making me look bad at home.

As we grew up, she continued to manipulate everyone around me, making them believe I bullied her.

I took a deep breath, replying calmly, “I just heard there was a lively event here today. I didn’t realize it was you all. Since it’s a welcome party, I won’t disturb you.”

I turned to leave.

Harrison, thinking I was throwing a tantrum, rushed after me and grabbed my arm:

“Ariel, don’t be angry. I was just worried about Serena, a young woman, suffering in prison…”

“Five years have passed, and Ethan is fine, isn’t he? You should let it go too.”

Harrison’s self-deceiving justification only struck me as hypocritical.

He’d lied so much, he’d actually started believing it himself.

Who was he putting on a show for now?

“I’m not angry. I said it’s in the past, and I won’t hold a grudge anymore.”

I thoughtfully straightened Harrison’s tie. “Go on, I’m heading home first.”

Harrison hugged me, secretly letting out a sigh of relief.

“I knew my wife was the most understanding. Get some good rest.”

He instructed the driver to take me home, specifically saying he’d be back to accompany me tonight.

I just nodded and agreed.

Once home, I packed away all our couple items, throwing mine into the trash.

Then I took down the wedding photos, cut Harrison and me apart, and burned them in the fire.

I pulled out my suitcase, waiting only for my immigration application to be approved, then I would leave Capital City forever.

That evening, until midnight.

Harrison stood me up again.

I had already anticipated it, so there wasn’t much of a ripple in my heart.

Early the next morning, the obstetrics and gynecology department reminded me it was time for my appointment.

I arrived at the hospital and got straight to the point: “I want an abortion.”

The doctor looked at my report and frowned slightly: “This pregnancy wasn’t easy for you. If you terminate it, your chances of getting pregnant again might be very low. Please discuss it with the baby’s father.”

I remembered seeing Serena’s social media post on the way to the hospital.

It was at a hotel.

One picture showed their candlelight dinner last night; another showed their hands intertwined on the hotel bed.

Even though the man’s face wasn’t visible.

The wedding ring on his right hand immediately revealed it was Harrison.

I came back to myself, offering the doctor a bitter smile:

“No need. The baby’s father is dead.”