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After what felt like an eternity, Ellie finally opened her eyes.
She saw a group of elders gathered around her bed, their eyes filled with concern and joy, as if she were some precious treasure.
They stood cautiously, not daring to step any closer.
After giving her several gentle reminders, they slowly left.
Seeing that she was awake, James, who had been sitting by her bedside, took her hand. For the first time, his expression toward her revealed a hint of tenderness.
"You're pregnant, just reached three months."
Those few simple words left her mind completely blank.
What did he say?
She was pregnant?
Ellie raised her hand and gently placed it on her abdomen, feeling the tiny life growing inside her.
Her heart filled with complicated emotions.
This child's timing couldn't be worse.
Noticing the lack of joy in her expression, James assumed she was still upset about falling into the pool.
"I know you're unhappy about what happened at the pool, but for the baby's sake, you need to stay positive."
Even now, he still thought her unhappiness stemmed from falling into the water.
Even if that were true, he had never once explained his actions.
He just assumed her personality wouldn't hold it against him.
In the past, she would have obediently listened to him.
But now, she had lost all interest in following his words.
Ellie's face remained calm as she slowly withdrew her hand.
"I'm tired."
James didn't think much of it and stood up. "Get some rest. I'm going to check on Victoria."
Because of the accident at the pool and her pregnancy, everyone in the Foster estate treated her like a precious gem.
Expensive tonics and supplements flowed into her room like water.
And James, when not checking on Victoria or handling work, spent all his remaining time in her room.
He was practically glued to her side.
It made her uncomfortable.
Since their marriage, they had rarely lived together.
Especially after he handled Victoria's divorce, they had become strangers living under the same roof.
Now he sat beside her, reviewing documents.
Each breath he took was clearly audible.
What she had once desperately longed for had finally happened, yet she felt no joy—only irritation.
She could only close her eyes and pretend to sleep.
When Victoria heard from the servants about Ellie's pregnancy, she gritted her teeth, anger flickering in her eyes.
They had agreed so perfectly—Ellie would divorce James and make a clean break. Now she was pregnant? Was she trying to hold onto the position of Mrs. Foster after all?
That's what she thought, and that's what she asked.
James had been forced to leave temporarily due to company business, giving Victoria the opportunity to enter Ellie's room.
Ellie acted as if she hadn't heard a word, calmly turning the pages of her book.
Her serenity only annoyed Victoria more.
"Ellie, I'm talking to you!"
Only then did Ellie close her book and look up at her, saying coolly, "When did I ever say I wouldn't give you this position?"
Victoria's face was filled with surprise. She had always believed Ellie's talk of divorce was just a game. Now that Ellie was pregnant, her position as Mrs. Foster would only become more secure. So Victoria had assumed Ellie's refusal to divorce would be normal.
She never expected Ellie to be so resolute.
"Then what do you plan to do about the baby?" Victoria's expression suddenly changed as she spoke. "You're not thinking of..."
Ellie's face remained calm. "James has people watching me constantly. I can't find a chance to go out. You'll need to find a way to distract him."
Victoria agreed.
Before leaving, she asked Ellie one final question, "You've endured for so many years. Why are you so determined now?"
Ellie was silent for a long time. Just as Victoria was about to leave, her soft voice finally came: "Because I'm not happy."
After all from the very beginning, she had always known James loved Victoria.
After all these years—James going abroad to find Victoria, keeping Victoria company, thinking about Victoria—she had endured it all.
Enduring for one year is endurance, enduring for five years is endurance, enduring for a lifetime is still endurance.
She had thought about it: what's wrong with just enduring? She would get used to it eventually, things would slowly get better. But she couldn't sleep at night, her heart in torment, with three words tumbling around that she couldn't suppress.
Not happy.
James, in all these years of marriage, I've truly been... very unhappy.
A person only has about 30,000 days in their life. From now on, I just want to live life as Ellie, and never again spend my energy trying to please a man who doesn't love me.
Late that night, James returned exhausted and was about to push open Ellie's door when his phone suddenly rang.
He answered.
Victoria's sobbing voice came through the line.
"James, my ex-husband is harassing me again..."
Before she could finish, James hung up abruptly. No longer concerned about Ellie, he rushed out with the mansion's security guards.
And just after he left, Ellie slipped out of her room in a trench coat, completely unnoticed.
She saw a group of elders gathered around her bed, their eyes filled with concern and joy, as if she were some precious treasure.
They stood cautiously, not daring to step any closer.
After giving her several gentle reminders, they slowly left.
Seeing that she was awake, James, who had been sitting by her bedside, took her hand. For the first time, his expression toward her revealed a hint of tenderness.
"You're pregnant, just reached three months."
Those few simple words left her mind completely blank.
What did he say?
She was pregnant?
Ellie raised her hand and gently placed it on her abdomen, feeling the tiny life growing inside her.
Her heart filled with complicated emotions.
This child's timing couldn't be worse.
Noticing the lack of joy in her expression, James assumed she was still upset about falling into the pool.
"I know you're unhappy about what happened at the pool, but for the baby's sake, you need to stay positive."
Even now, he still thought her unhappiness stemmed from falling into the water.
Even if that were true, he had never once explained his actions.
He just assumed her personality wouldn't hold it against him.
In the past, she would have obediently listened to him.
But now, she had lost all interest in following his words.
Ellie's face remained calm as she slowly withdrew her hand.
"I'm tired."
James didn't think much of it and stood up. "Get some rest. I'm going to check on Victoria."
Because of the accident at the pool and her pregnancy, everyone in the Foster estate treated her like a precious gem.
Expensive tonics and supplements flowed into her room like water.
And James, when not checking on Victoria or handling work, spent all his remaining time in her room.
He was practically glued to her side.
It made her uncomfortable.
Since their marriage, they had rarely lived together.
Especially after he handled Victoria's divorce, they had become strangers living under the same roof.
Now he sat beside her, reviewing documents.
Each breath he took was clearly audible.
What she had once desperately longed for had finally happened, yet she felt no joy—only irritation.
She could only close her eyes and pretend to sleep.
When Victoria heard from the servants about Ellie's pregnancy, she gritted her teeth, anger flickering in her eyes.
They had agreed so perfectly—Ellie would divorce James and make a clean break. Now she was pregnant? Was she trying to hold onto the position of Mrs. Foster after all?
That's what she thought, and that's what she asked.
James had been forced to leave temporarily due to company business, giving Victoria the opportunity to enter Ellie's room.
Ellie acted as if she hadn't heard a word, calmly turning the pages of her book.
Her serenity only annoyed Victoria more.
"Ellie, I'm talking to you!"
Only then did Ellie close her book and look up at her, saying coolly, "When did I ever say I wouldn't give you this position?"
Victoria's face was filled with surprise. She had always believed Ellie's talk of divorce was just a game. Now that Ellie was pregnant, her position as Mrs. Foster would only become more secure. So Victoria had assumed Ellie's refusal to divorce would be normal.
She never expected Ellie to be so resolute.
"Then what do you plan to do about the baby?" Victoria's expression suddenly changed as she spoke. "You're not thinking of..."
Ellie's face remained calm. "James has people watching me constantly. I can't find a chance to go out. You'll need to find a way to distract him."
Victoria agreed.
Before leaving, she asked Ellie one final question, "You've endured for so many years. Why are you so determined now?"
Ellie was silent for a long time. Just as Victoria was about to leave, her soft voice finally came: "Because I'm not happy."
After all from the very beginning, she had always known James loved Victoria.
After all these years—James going abroad to find Victoria, keeping Victoria company, thinking about Victoria—she had endured it all.
Enduring for one year is endurance, enduring for five years is endurance, enduring for a lifetime is still endurance.
She had thought about it: what's wrong with just enduring? She would get used to it eventually, things would slowly get better. But she couldn't sleep at night, her heart in torment, with three words tumbling around that she couldn't suppress.
Not happy.
James, in all these years of marriage, I've truly been... very unhappy.
A person only has about 30,000 days in their life. From now on, I just want to live life as Ellie, and never again spend my energy trying to please a man who doesn't love me.
Late that night, James returned exhausted and was about to push open Ellie's door when his phone suddenly rang.
He answered.
Victoria's sobbing voice came through the line.
"James, my ex-husband is harassing me again..."
Before she could finish, James hung up abruptly. No longer concerned about Ellie, he rushed out with the mansion's security guards.
And just after he left, Ellie slipped out of her room in a trench coat, completely unnoticed.
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