Chapter 7
Ethan stormed away with his men.
That evening, Ethan made a high–profile declaration of love to Faye and announced their
engagement.
“If you come back now, apologize, and promise to take good care of Faye, I might give you another chance.”
“The wedding’s in two days. You still have time.”
When I saw these messages from Ethan, strangely, I didn’t feel any heartache, just disappointment and contempt.
Our marriage was always a transaction. Now that it was over, my leaving was appropriate.
A marriage without love–why would I ever go back?
Of course, I also wouldn’t care about his future or who he married.
Seeing no response from me, Ethan placed his love for Faye on an even more prominent stage.
A city–wide fireworks show, an eight–figure wedding dress, and a meticulously planned “wedding of the century“…
Every few days, I’d receive messages from both Ethan and Faye.
One stubbornly trying to make me return.
The other gleefully flaunting her trophy.
Alex saw these messages and frowned, using his phone to take pictures of them.
“What’s Ethan playing at? Keeping his cake and eating it too? Have you finalized the divorce?”
I shook my head. “Not yet.”
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“The lawyer says he won’t agree to the divorce. I’m planning to just leave it. After two years of separation, the marriage will automatically dissolve.”
Alex put my phone back in front of me and was silent for a while before suddenly asking,
“Could it be that Ethan has fallen in love with you and doesn’t want to let you go?”
My eyes trembled, and I immediately rejected this theory.
If Ethan had truly fallen in love with me in these five years, he wouldn’t humiliate me this
way.
He was selfish.
He was willing to pay such a high price to get me back just to have me serve as Faye’s maid, to make her happy.
In his mind, I was still the Olivia who would sell her life a second time for money.
Unfortunately, he was wrong.
Five years had changed both of us.
And I would never again trade money for another five years of confinement.
From now on, whether Ethan married one woman or ten, it had nothing to do with me.
Two days later, Ethan’s wedding officially took place.
I sat in the departure lounge, watching a large screen nearby broadcasting Ethan’s wedding live.
Faye, wearing a pristine white wedding dress, smiled as she walked down the aisle toward Ethan in a shower of falling flower petals.
But Ethan on camera frowned deeply, his face dark, all his attention seemingly on the phone he clutched tightly,
At the same time, my phone was ringing constantly.
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Looking at the screen, I slowly answered.
From the other end came Ethan’s furious voice. “Olivia! What do you want from me?!”
“Mr. Stone,” I replied calmly, “Calling me during your wedding doesn’t seem appropriate, does it?”
By now, some people in the airport who were watching the livestream were murmuring in surprise.
On screen, Ethan took a deep breath and asked, “Do you really want me to marry someone else?”
“Who you marry has nothing to do with me. I need to board now.”
“Board? Where are you going? Olivia, you‘
I pressed the end call button decisively, cutting off Ethan’s voice completely.
Looking up, the wedding broadcast on screen had descended into chaos.
Ethan knocked the bouquet from Faye’s hands and kicked over a nearby camera.
“Stop filming! Everyone get out here!!”
Faye was roughly pushed by him and fell awkwardly to the ground.
She looked up at Ethan, eyes reddening.
“Ethan, what are you doing? Today is our wedding!”
“What fucking wedding? I’m not getting married!” Ethan’s eyes were full of fury. “I never loved you, and I never wanted to marry you!!”
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