Chapter 3

I stood there frozen as the cold wine dripped down the hem of my shirt.

Ethan looked over, but he only frowned and didn't say a single word to defend me.

Amber continued to screech, "Is this the level of service your lead coordinator provides?"

"I'm going to file a complaint!"

The manager standing nearby turned pale.

Today's guests were all VIPs. We couldn't afford to offend any of them.

Sensing her power, Amber pushed further. "Call your boss over! Now!"

Only then did Ethan finally speak up.

"Alright."

He reached out and pulled Amber's hand.

"Stop making a scene."

But his tone didn't sound like he was stopping her. It sounded like he was pampering her.

Amber pouted. "I'm just worried about you, Ethan."

"Your stomach is so sensitive, and she gave you a drink with so much ice."

The looks on the faces of the people around us became incredibly awkward.

Suddenly, I felt a deep sense of humiliation, as if I had been stripped naked in front of a crowd.

I went to the restroom to clean up and looked in the mirror.

I looked pathetic. My makeup was ruined, and my hair was damp.

As I dabbed at the wine stains on my shirt, my eyes burned.

Just then, the restroom door was pushed open.

Amber walked in.

She stood behind me, a smug smile plastered on her face.

"We finally meet."

"Chloe."

I didn't turn around.

She walked closer, taking her time. "You know who I am, right?"

I answered calmly, "I do."

She laughed.

"Since you know, why haven't you filed for divorce yet?"

"You don't actually think Ethan still loves you, do you?"

I looked up, meeting her eyes in the mirror.

She was young and beautiful.

And she looked entirely victorious.

She leaned close to my ear. "He told me you've gotten so boring lately."

"Like an old housewife. All you do is work and clean. You don't have an ounce of femininity left."

"But I'm different. Whenever he's at my place, he goes absolutely wild. He never wants to leave."

I stayed silent.

Seeing my silence, she grew even more arrogant. She smiled and asked, "By the way, did you wash that shirt?"

My hands paused.

She admired my reaction with immense satisfaction. "He absolutely loves that shirt. He always makes me wear it in bed."

"I made him bring it back home on purpose. I told him he had to make you hand-wash it yourself."

A wave of nausea hit me, making me sick to my stomach.

She was enjoying torturing me, but to me, it just felt pathetic and pointless.

I took a deep breath. "Are you done?"

Amber blinked, clearly surprised by how calm I was.

I tried to walk past her, but she suddenly stepped in front of me, blocking my way.

"What are you acting so tough for?"

"Ethan doesn't love you anymore."

"If you have any dignity left, pack your bags and get out!"

I frowned and pushed her aside.

I didn't use much force, but she let out a dramatic shriek and threw herself onto the floor.

I froze.

Before I could even react, the restroom door burst open. Ethan rushed in.

"Amber!"

He immediately pulled her into his arms.

Amber's eyes were red as she sobbed, "I just wanted to apologize to her... but she suddenly pushed me..."