Chapter 2

Terrified of the police, Ethan actually drove back.

The car pulled up in front of me, and the passenger side window rolled down.

Ethan’s face was dark. "Get in. Lily is still waiting. We need to get back right now."

It was honestly hilarious. Where did he get the audacity to think I would go with him to rescue his damsel in distress?

If she was sick, she should go to the hospital. If she couldn't move, she should call an ambulance. Spending her life relying on someone else's boyfriend was pathetic.

I walked over to the driver's side, yanked the door open, and unbuckled his seatbelt. Before he could react, I dragged him out of the driver's seat.

"Chloe! What the hell are you doing?! Are you crazy?!" Ethan screamed as he stumbled onto the asphalt.

I didn't waste a breath on him. I hopped into the driver's seat and locked the doors.

He began slamming his fists against the window, yelling a stream of profanities.

I rolled the window down just an inch, looking at his pathetic, raging face. "The city isn't that far, Ethan. You can just call an Uber. Figure it out. Be good!"

"Oh, and by the way, I called an ambulance for Lily. Don't worry, she won't die."

"Also, we are done. We're broken up. Go live happily ever after with your precious Lily. Don't ever call me again."

I stepped on the gas and left him in a cloud of dust.

To say I wasn't hurt would be a lie. Ethan and I had been together for three years. You don't just erase three years of feelings overnight.

We met when I was an intern. He was already a full-time employee, a year senior to me.

Back then, I was young and easily intimidated. When our manager, Marcus, told me to join them for a client dinner, I didn't know how to say no.

The dinner table was filled with sleazy corporate men. They drank heavily and cracked crude, offensive jokes without a care in the world.

One of the clients, Mr. Vance, got drunk and started putting his hands on me. He laughed, saying if I was there to entertain him, I should drink with him. If I did, he’d sign the contract.

His hand slid onto my shoulder. I looked at Marcus, pleading with my eyes, but he just smiled. "Mr. Vance likes you, Chloe. Just have a drink. Keep him happy, and we'll get plenty of deals in the future."

I wanted to run, but I was terrified. I needed this internship certificate to graduate. I choked down the tears and took the drink.

That only made Mr. Vance bolder. His hand started sliding down toward the hem of my skirt.

Suddenly, Ethan stood up. He walked over with a glass in his hand, pulled me behind him, and blocked Mr. Vance’s path.

"Mr. Vance, she’s just a kid. She can’t drink. Let me drink with you tonight. I promise I’ll keep you company!"

The client looked annoyed, but with so many eyes on him, he couldn't make a scene. He just let out a cold laugh and started downing shots with Ethan.

Because of that night, I fell hard for Ethan. When he asked me out shortly after, I said yes immediately.