Chapter 2

I stood in the shadows of the entryway, watching this absurd and disgusting scene, trembling with rage.

That girl wearing my limited edition designer dress and my late mother's diamond ring was none other than Claire Sullivan, the struggling college student I'd sponsored for four whole years.

Two years ago, she wore a faded school uniform and knelt before me crying, calling me her benefactor, saying she would definitely repay me.

This was her repayment?

Sleeping with my husband, living in my mansion, and planning to have her illegitimate child seize my assets?

"Clap, clap, clap—"

I laughed coldly and applauded, stepping out from the shadows.

"What a touching love story."

Hearing my voice, Ethan jumped in fright, springing up from the floor.

Claire's face turned deathly pale, and she hid behind Ethan like a frightened rabbit.

"Vivian, how did you get back early?"

Ethan stammered as he looked at me, a flash of panic in his eyes, but he quickly forced himself to appear calm.

I walked toward them step by step in my heels.

My gaze fell on that blinding diamond ring.

"Ethan, you took my mother's heirloom to propose to a mistress. Who gave you the audacity?"

I asked through clenched teeth, word by word.

Ethan's face stiffened, and he instinctively moved Claire behind him.

"Vivian, don't make it sound so terrible! What mistress? Claire is a pure, good girl!"

He puffed out his chest self-righteously. "Besides, your parents are dead. The ring was just sitting there. Claire is pregnant with my son now. When the baby's born, he'll be the heir to the Carter family. What's wrong with her wearing a ring?"

I was so angry at his shameless words that I laughed.

"Your son? The Carter family heir?"

I looked at him coldly. "Ethan, have you forgotten that you eat my food, wear my clothes, live in my house? Even that cushy position in the company's logistics department was given to you out of pity by my parents! You're a kept man living off me, and you're talking to me about the Carter family?"

Ethan hated it most when people called him a kept man. Instantly struck at his sore spot, his face flushed red.

"Vivian! Don't lord money over me! We're married—your money is my money! This house has my name on the deed too!"

He pointed at Claire's belly and shouted arrogantly, "I'm telling you, the baby in Claire's belly must be born! You can't have children, so Claire will have them for you! From now on, this child will call you Mom, and you'll pay to raise it. That's settled!"

Claire also poked her head out, looking at me timidly.

"Vivian, Ethan's right. I don't need any status. I just want to stay by Ethan's side. You're so kind—you'll definitely accept this child, right?"

Looking at her hypocritical face, I could no longer control the fury in my heart.

I grabbed the bottle of Romanée-Conti worth over a hundred thousand dollars from the table and threw it at them!

"Ah—"

Claire screamed as the red wine splashed all over her, instantly ruining that expensive designer dress.

Ethan was also drenched from head to face, looking utterly disheveled.

"Go to hell!"

I pointed at the door and shouted angrily, "Take off that ring and get out of my house with this slut!"