Rewriting My Heart's Fate (Ethan and Evelyn) novel Chapter 499

My phone rang. "Hello, who's this?" My voice was trembling.

"Evelyn, it's me." A familiar voice came through the other end.

I froze instantly and almost dropped my phone. "E-Ethan?"

"I want to know whether you're carrying my child."

My pupils contracted, and my heart raced in my chest. How did he know? Wasn't he at work?

"Did you have someone follow me?" I asked shakingly.

"I'm your husband, aren't I?" Ethan replied, as if it were a matter of course. "Now, tell me, are you pregnant?"

I gritted my teeth and fell silent for a long moment.

"Answer me, Evelyn." His tone was commanding and firm.

I closed my eyes. A bitter smile formed as I spoke, "Yes, I'm pregnant. But I won't keep this child."

"What did you say?" Ethan shouted. I could almost hear his rage on the other end of the line. "Try touching my child and see what happens!"

My heart sank, and I forced a bitter laugh. "Isn't this what you've always wanted? A child? Now you've got what you wished for. Shouldn't you be satisfied? A tool to tie me down?"

Ethan fell silent for a moment, then sighed deeply. For the first time, his voice carried a weariness and helplessness I had never heard before. My heart ached, and tears welled up in my eyes.

"Ethan, it's not that I don't want to have a child with you. I'm just… I'm afraid."

"What are you afraid of?" Ethan asked with concern.

He held me tightly and kissed my forehead gently. "I'll never blame you. This time, I'll protect you and the baby with all my might. From now on, I'll never force you to do anything."

His heartfelt words melted my heart. It turned out that he loved me too. He just didn't know how to express it.

I looked up at him and pressed my forehead to his. "Honey, I love you. I'll make sure to carry the fruit of our love till the end."

Ethan kissed me deeply. A drop of tear quietly slid down his cheek.

After that incident, he really kept his word. He took a long leave from work and stayed by my side. He never left my side, not even for a moment.

He crafted a healthy diet plan and even practiced prenatal yoga with me. At night, he would carefully protect my belly while we slept. He was terrified of hurting the baby.

Slowly, my anxiety turned into anticipation. I began to look forward to the arrival of our child.