Chapter 4

[How can a screenwriter compare to Nina's looks? A handsome man should be with a beautiful woman.]

I scoffed and liked each of their comments.

When I got home to direct the movers, Charlie called me.

"Miss Mann, I just saw the trending topics. Let me explain—please don't misunderstand. Ethan and Nina are just friends!"

I didn't respond to that statement, just asked where Ethan was.

He paused, not knowing how to answer.

But I smiled.

"He's keeping Nina company at the hospital, isn't he?"

A minute ago, I had already seen the video of him feeding Nina porridge at her bedside.

In five years of dating, even when I had a fever, he had never fed me porridge spoonful by spoonful.

Ethan always said.

He was busy and liked strong women.

So I learned to get IV drips alone, to take care of myself when I had a fever.

Trying not to burden him.

But now that Nina was back.

He didn't find it troublesome anymore. He wasn't too busy anymore.

Charlie became even more embarrassed, only able to explain awkwardly.

"Yes, he's with Miss Grant."

"But there's nothing intimate between them, and there are other people around..."

"You don't need to explain so much. None of this matters to me."

I looked at the villa that was already half-empty and said word by word:

"Tell Ethan I'm breaking up with him."

Charlie wanted to say something else, but I had already hung up.

As the last box of belongings was moved out.

I stood at the door and took one last look.

The closet was emptied.

The desk was cleared.

Even the cup I always used in the kitchen had been thrown into a box.

Four years of living traces.

Turned out they could all be erased in one night.

Before getting in the car.

I took out the ring engraved with both our names from my bag.

It was what I had originally planned to give him tonight.

I looked at it for two seconds.

Then casually tossed it into a roadside trash can.

When I arrived at the airport, my phone showed a friend request from a stranger.

As soon as I accepted it.

A photo was immediately sent over.

A woman's ring finger, wearing a diamond ring that glittered blindingly under the light.

[Does the ring Ethan gave me look good?]

I stared at it for two seconds, then smiled.

Nina.

Really knew how to be disgusting.

I couldn't be bothered to reply and blocked her immediately.

But I couldn't swallow this insult either.

I immediately sent an email to Charlie.

Fully revoking Ethan Shaw's authorization to film 'Long Wind.'

And as the copyright holder of the script, unilaterally terminating all cooperation with Ethan Shaw's studio.

A second later, my phone exploded.

"Sophia Mann! Have you lost your mind?"

Charlie was practically shouting.

"What do you mean by the copyright revocation notice?"

"Ethan just finalized things with the investors. Filming starts next month! Do you know how much capital is eyeing this script?"

"By revoking authorization now, are you trying to destroy him?!"

My tone was very flat.

"Destroy him?"

"Charlie, you've got it wrong."

"I wrote this script. I can give it to whoever I want."

He froze, his tone softening.

"But you're a couple. You're supposed to spend your lives together. How can you backstab him at a time like this?"

"Didn't I explain to you? He and Nina have nothing going on. I can guarantee Ethan only has you in his heart."

"Three months ago, he told us he wanted to marry..."

"Enough." I rubbed my temples wearily. "He already chose to abandon me."