Chapter 2

The moment Ethan walked through the door, his eyes fell on the cold dinner sitting on the dining table.

Today was our seventh wedding anniversary. He had come home empty-handed, yet he had spent millions on a canary-yellow diamond for his female assistant.

And just because I left a question mark on her post, he had called to scream at me for being unreasonable.

When he had hung up earlier, I was so angry my stomach physically turned.

Ethan kicked off his shoes, walked over to the table, and frowned. His voice was ice-cold. "What’s with the elaborate setup? What kind of day is it supposed to be?"

"Chloe, it’s not easy for me to make money out there. Can you stop being so wasteful and dramatic?"

He raised his voice, his face written with sheer annoyance.

He could spend a fortune throwing birthday bashes and promotion parties for his assistant, but a home-cooked meal I made with my own hands was considered "wasteful"?

Ethan seemed to have forgotten that he only had his current success because of me!

Now that he had tasted a little bit of wealth, he thought he could step all over me. He really thought he was some kind of big shot.

Seeing that I remained silent, he reached into his briefcase, pulled out a single, crumpled red rose, and tossed it toward me.

"Hailey told me to give this to you. You terrified her today, yet she was still sweet enough to think of you."

"Call her right now and apologize."

The rose wasn't even wrapped. A few of its outer leaves had already turned yellow and bruised from being crushed inside his bag.

It was obvious he had just yanked it out from Hailey's giant bouquet on his way home.

I glanced at it and said quietly, "I don't want it."

Ethan’s face instantly darkened.

"Chloe, what the hell is wrong with you? She was literally crying because of you, yet she still wanted to bring you a gift. Would it kill you to just say you're sorry?"

Seeing that I was ignoring him, Ethan grabbed my arm and violently pulled me up from the sofa.

He used so much force and lost his grip, causing me to stumble and crash heavily against the edge of the coffee table.

The sharp wooden corner slammed right into my abdomen.

In an instant, a sharp, nauseating pain shot through my entire body, making my skin go cold.

"Stop playing dead. It was just a little bump—"

Before he could finish his sentence, his eyes locked onto the dark red blood dripping down my leg. Panic finally broke through his arrogant expression.

"I... I'll take you to the hospital."

The pain was so agonizing that my lips turned white. I didn't even have the strength to utter a word.

Ethan hoisted me up and carried me to the car. But the moment he opened the passenger door, I spotted a pair of black sheer stockings lying on the floorboard.

Ethan's arms stiffened.

I knew he saw them too.

As he lowered me into the seat, he quickly muttered, "Hailey probably dropped them by accident. I'll give them back to her next time."

With trembling hands, I buckled my seatbelt.

I squeezed a single word through my gritted teeth. "Fine."

Ethan stared at me in disbelief. "That's it? Just 'fine'?"

I kept my eyes down and stayed silent.

If this were the past, I would have demanded answers and fought him to the death. But now that I was divorcing him, why should I care who he slept with?

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