Chapter 2

Chloe wasn't intimidated by those warnings at all. Instead, a flash of jealousy burned in her eyes.

Clicking her high heels, she walked right up to me, forcing a fake smile onto her face.

"Oh, Jasmine. Why are you waiting out here? Ethan's been in his office for so long and hasn't called you in. Does he not love you anymore? Whenever I want to see him, he practically flies to me. I thought he was like that with every woman, but I guess you're the exception. No wonder he told me I'm his favorite."

I stared at her face. Her fair skin, her long black hair, her expressions, and her body shape—she really did look like a younger version of me.

Ethan had brought many women home before, but Chloe was the most frequent.

He clearly favored her. Maybe his hatred for me made him use the most brutal methods to punish me.

But his methods were truly sadistic.

I heard he didn't just sleep with Chloe; they were practically in a passionate relationship.

They went out for romantic dinners, went shopping, and traveled together.

He could have just paid for a hooker, but instead, Ethan chose to give Chloe his "love."

Sometimes, I honestly couldn't tell if he actually liked her, or if he just liked sleeping with her to spite me.

I looked up, meeting her gaze, and let a small smile slip onto my lips.

"If he loves you so much, why hasn't he divorced me to marry you? If you're really that capable, go convince him to leave me. Let's see if he'll actually marry a side chick who can't even be shown in public."

As I said this, I gripped my teacup so hard my knuckles turned white.

Chloe glared at me, looking exactly like a humiliated clown.

"So what if I'm the side chick? He sleeps with me every single night, and you can only watch and keep your mouth shut! If you weren't a few years younger than me, the title of Mrs. Vance would already be mine!"

Her coworkers quickly dragged her away, throwing worried glances at me, terrified that I would blow up.

But I wouldn't.

To me, Ethan was already a ghost in my life.

He couldn't trigger any of my emotions anymore. I wouldn't waste my energy getting angry over his disgusting behavior.

I wouldn't even get jealous. Because he was a complete piece of trash.