Chapter 3

Leaving those words behind, I stood up and left the table.

They didn't seem to expect me to leave so suddenly. No one spoke.

The moment the door of the private room clicked shut behind me, Chloe's scream echoed from inside.

"Ethan! What's wrong with you?"

"Oh my god, why did he pass out?"

Chaos erupted inside, but my footsteps didn't halt for a single second.

By the fifth glass, Ethan had already started to stagger.

Before leaving, I had glanced at him and noticed his neck was already flushing red.

If this had happened in the past, I would have been worried sick.

But now, I only felt he got exactly what he deserved.

When I got back to our apartment, my mind was still stuck on the scene in that restaurant.

To be honest, I was a bit numb.

I couldn't understand how we were perfectly fine when we left the house, but in less than an hour, everything had shattered.

But one thing was crystal clear: in that one hour, our marriage had officially ended in my mind.

However, I didn't have much time to dwell on it. My phone rang, and my manager called me back to the office for an emergency.

Our latest project was in its final stages.

Without a word of complaint, I headed straight to the office.

By the time I finished work, it was almost midnight.

As I walked into our apartment complex, I habitually looked up at our window.

Ethan had a stable job with regular hours and rarely worked overtime.

In my memory, every time I came home late, the lights would always be on.

This was the first time the windows were completely dark.

I let out a soft laugh and walked inside.

Once home, I took a quick shower and went straight to bed.

The exhausting work had drained all my energy, leaving me no time to think about the daytime drama.

The next day was Sunday. Not long after I got out of bed, a loud knocking came from the front door.

I hesitated for a second, then walked over to open it.

Ethan's mother, Linda, was standing at the door.

With a cold, furious face, she pushed past me and barged into the apartment.

I frowned. Before I could ask what she was doing here, she pointed a finger at me and started screaming.

"Is this how you act as a wife? Do you even have a shred of decency?"