At midnight, Ethan still hadn’t returned.

I sat idly on the sofa, soothing the baby growing inside me.

Since I became pregnant, Ethan had never stayed out so late, and I had never stayed up this late either.

Even when he had social engagements, Ethan would hurry home to massage the swelling in my calves caused by pregnancy.

I would curl up on the sofa, watching him carefully and attentively tend to me.

"You’re so good to me."

Ethan would lean in to kiss me, saying, "You’re my wife, the mother of my child. Who else should I treat well if not you?"

Ethan was a gentle man, and I...