Chapter 2

Ethan came home reeking of alcohol at 3 AM.

He turned on the light and saw me still sitting on the couch waiting for him. A flash of disgust crossed his face.

But he hid it well.

"Didn't I tell you not to wait up if it gets too late?" he said, drunkenly hugging me from behind, his tone switching to an affectionate one.

"Come on, I know you were worried about me, but go to bed now. It's not good to stay up so late."

Fighting back tears, I placed the phone containing evidence of his cheating face-down on the couch.

My nails dug into my palms as I heard my voice shake, sounding unlike my own.

"What about you?"

"I'll sleep in the study. I promised Mr. Wang I'd have a new proposal ready when we had dinner earlier."

The scent of different women's perfumes clung to him, but he still pretended he had just come from a business dinner.

How disgusting.

"Ethan, how long are we going to go on like this?"

My voice shook even more, along with my shoulders and the hand holding the phone.

"Not this again, Olivia. Haven't I said I'll marry you?" He irritably let go of me.

"What's the point of pressuring me about it every day?"

I wanted to have an honest conversation with him.

But his gaze fell on the slightly ajar door of the study.

I knew he had secretly hidden a new woman behind that door.

"Baby, why did you bring me back when Olivia is still home?"

When Ethan first came in, my phone screen had lit up.

I had installed message syncing software on his phone.

I saw clearly the message his new secretary Sophia sent him.

"That's enough, Olivia. I'm exhausted today. I hope you can be more understanding."

Ethan brushed me off, not even bothering to look at me as he turned away to secretly reply to his little secretary.

"Don't worry, babe. Even if I bring you home every day, she'll never leave me."

With a click, Ethan turned off the living room lights and went into the study.

Completely ignoring me as I stood frozen in place, tears streaming down my face.

I went back to our room and turned on the surveillance camera I had installed in the study earlier that day.

In the footage, Ethan gently pinched the girl's cheek, his eyes full of affection.

[What else would a grown man and woman be doing late at night in the room next to his girlfriend?] The system chimed in unhelpfully.

I laughed coldly in response.

What else indeed, besides getting their thrills.

The next morning, Ethan and Sophia were waiting at the dining table.

"Olivia, this is Sophia, my new secretary. She had too much to drink last night because of company business. As the lady of the house, please be a good host and make her some breakfast."

Ethan's cold gaze fell on me, so matter-of-fact.

He didn't even bother trying to explain why there was suddenly a woman in our home early in the morning.

Sophia looked at me challengingly.

"Thank you... sis."

As she walked past me, she deliberately pulled her collar open.

Her neck was covered in passionate marks, clearly showing how intense things had gotten last night.

"Ninety-nine times."

Sophia turned back, feigning innocence.

"Hmm? What did you say, sis?"

"I said, why should I make you breakfast? Who do you think you are?"

Ethan's face immediately darkened:

"Olivia, Sophia is just my secretary. Don't be so petty."

"Ethan, search your conscience and tell me, haven't I been generous enough all these years?"

I stared at him coldly.

He walked over to me, looking a bit guilty:

"Olivia, you're my fiancée, the future mistress of the Clarke family. Be good and listen to me. Don't embarrass me."

"Then when are we getting married?"

I pressed him. He had let me down ninety-nine times. There was only one chance left.

"Don't make a fuss. I have a meeting at the company soon. I need to go over some work stuff with Sophia first."

"Oh, and keep breakfast light. Sophia doesn't eat spicy food."

Ethan casually tossed out those words before heading back to the study with Sophia.

It was always like this. He never said no, but he never said yes either.

He just constantly deflected and made excuses, completely disregarding my feelings.

I went straight to the kitchen. Though I had expected this outcome, I was surprised to find my heart still ached.

I didn't make breakfast for Ethan as I usually would.

In fact, ever since Ethan's first affair, I had regretted staying in this world for him after successfully winning him over.

But I hadn't met the new conditions to leave yet, and I wanted to give him one last chance.

I had been secretly telling him through messages how much I loved him, but he took advantage of my love and became even more reckless.

Now that the conditions were almost met, he had proven to me time and time again that a scumbag can't be changed by love.

It was time to leave.