Chapter 2

When I arrived at the bar, Ethan was already lying on the couch, half-asleep.

When everyone saw me, they casually said, "Tina's here. We were having a good time, and Ethan had a bit too much to drink."

"Of course we're happy. Rosalyn's back, and I heard she's going to work at Ethan's company..."

Someone nudged the person who was speaking.

That person shrugged carelessly, looking at me with a hint of challenge in his eyes, completely disregarding me as Ethan's girlfriend.

Ethan's friends had never liked me, I knew that from the first time we met.

Because I was just too ordinary and well-behaved.

I smiled faintly, pretending not to care.

I walked over to Ethan and gently patted his cheek.

Ethan opened his eyes groggily, and seeing it was me, he sat up with a silly grin and hugged me, nuzzling against me.

"Oh, my little wifey is here! My wife came to pick me up!"

Drunk Ethan was burning hot, and the alcohol on his breath made me a bit uncomfortable.

I skillfully took out the thermos I always carried and unscrewed the cap, handing it to him. "Have some honey water."

Ethan held my hand as he took a sip.

"Sweet, so sweet, but not as sweet as my wife!"

I blushed at his straightforward words.

Even after three years together, I still wasn't used to his outgoing personality.

The others laughed along, "Sister-in-law is so thoughtful!"

They only called me "sister-in-law" in front of Ethan.

Ethan hugged me proudly, showing off, "Are you jealous?"

"I... haha... wouldn't dare."

It was clearly a forced laugh.

They weren't jealous at all. They disliked boring girls like me the most.

I had heard Ethan's friends complain more than once:

"I really don't know what Ethan likes about Tina. She's just average-looking, with a dull personality. She can't compare to Rosalyn at all."

"Yeah, Tina is just too obedient and well-behaved, like plain water. If I were with her, I'd be bored in three days."

"Maybe Ethan just got bored and found a little housekeeper for fun. But I have to say, Tina does take good care of Ethan."

"Of course she does. If she couldn't even be a good housekeeper, what right would she have to stay by Ethan's side?"

"Hahaha... that's true."

...

I tugged at Ethan's sleeve. "It's late, let's go home!"

"Okay, whatever my wife says!"

I supported the stumbling Ethan as we stood up. As we reached the door, he suddenly turned around and announced with a grin, "You guys all have to come to my wedding!"

"Sure, sure..."

Still just polite small talk.

I also knew that his friends had a betting pool going on when we would break up.

Some bet on one month, others on three months, with the longest bet not exceeding six months.

Now, three years have passed.

Not only have Ethan and I not broken up, but he proposed to me three days ago.

However, today, Ethan's ex-girlfriend Rosalyn arrived in the city.

I don't know if our wedding will still happen as planned.