Chapter 2

Vivian looked up at Ethan with adoration in her eyes. "Ethan, the traffic is so bad. It looks like we’re going to be late. What should I do? It’s only my second day working at your company. If I’m late, I don’t know what the others will say behind my back!"

Ethan replied, "I'm the CEO. Who dares say anything? If you hear even a whisper of gossip, come tell me immediately."

Vivian wrapped her arms tightly around him, beaming. "Ethan, you're the best!"

So, he had hired Vivian at his company.

No wonder he was so furious when I showed up yesterday. He was probably terrified my presence would make people realize his precious childhood sweetheart was just a home-wrecker.

As my corpse was driven away, traffic slowly cleared. Ethan and Vivian got back into the car.

He walked her all the way to her department. Vivian playfully pushed him toward the door, giggling, "Go on, get back to work. No one's going to bully me. If you stay any longer, people are going to say I only got this job through the back door!"

After pushing him out, she waved cutely before shutting the door.

But the moment the door closed, her sweet expression vanished.

"Chloe Vance..."

I heard her mumble my name. I wanted to stay and hear what she was up to, but as Ethan walked away, the invisible rope jerked me violently back to his side.

Back in his office, Ethan buried himself in work.

His assistant, Leo, knocked and walked in.

"Sir, a package was delivered from your house."

As Ethan reached for it, my eyes fell on his ring finger. There was a faint, pale band where his wedding ring used to be.

Right. We were getting divorced. What right did I have to care if he took off his ring?

Besides, I was dead. Why did I still care?

Ethan tore the package open, his face grim.

I bet he thought I was playing another game to get his attention.

But when the papers slid out and the bold words "Divorce Agreement" met his eyes, his brows furrowed deeply.

As he scrolled down and saw that I had requested zero alimony, his face turned incredibly dark.

By the time he reached the end and saw my signature, pure rage flared in his eyes. He slammed the papers onto his desk.

...

Before I could figure out why he was so angry, Vivian walked in unannounced.

"Ethan, it's lunchtime. Let's get food! Your stomach is sensitive. If you don't eat on time, you'll get a terrible stomachache!"

Then she noticed the papers scattered on the desk. "Ethan, what’s wrong?"

Ethan glanced at the papers, grabbed his suit jacket from his chair, and wrapped his hand around Vivian’s waist.

"It's nothing. Just some trash. I'll have the janitor throw it away."

Vivian linked her arm with his. "Where are we going to eat?"

Ethan said, "Let's go to Bistro Moderne. It's your favorite."

My heart felt like it had been struck by a sledgehammer.

Bistro Moderne... He had never taken me there. He always told me it was overpriced and overrated. It wasn't that he couldn't afford it. I just wasn't worth it to him.

I smiled bitterly. As they walked out, I was dragged along behind them like a dog on a leash.

Ethan kept his hand intimately on Vivian’s waist as they entered the restaurant. He pulled out her chair like a perfect gentleman and ordered all her favorite dishes.

"Ethan, you actually remember what I like!"