Chapter 2

Ethan's eyes swept over Summer with cold indifference.

But his trembling hands betrayed him.

After a long moment, he said:

"Aria, I apologize on her behalf."

"What will it take for you to calm down and let me take her away?"

A violent energy suddenly surged in my chest.

No matter how prettily he spoke or how cold his eyes looked, he was still protecting her!

Expressionless, I swept the porcelain in the house to the floor, shattering it everywhere.

Without hesitation, Ethan took off his shoes.

Barefoot, he stepped on the broken shards.

He picked up Summer and walked away step by step.

The bright red blood mixed with porcelain white, making my eyes tremble.

Though Ethan was crazy, he was an extreme egoist.

Since I'd known him, he'd only been hurt for me, only suffered losses because of me.

My expression grew colder inch by inch.

Ethan still didn't know I had recovered my memory.

What he knew even less was that I might have actually developed some feelings for him.

For a few moments, I'd even wondered if I should continue pretending to have amnesia and stay with him forever.

But now...

A ruined man and a woman who stole my man.

I would make them both pay dearly!

After that day, Ethan sent me gifts in different ways every day.

But he ran to Summer's place daily.

Tonight's excuse was that he had a last-minute business dinner and would be home a few hours late.

The moment Ethan finished lying, Summer's message arrived.

"Ha ha, are you regretting it now, old hag?"

"So what if you killed my child? He just feels more sorry for me now.

He makes me healthy meals every day."

In the video, a tall man wearing an apron was busy in the kitchen.

Ethan never used to cook. For me, he learned from chefs everywhere.

Now the dishes he made for Summer were all my favorites.

Staring at the food in the video, I could even recall the familiar aromas.

My mouth filled with nausea.

Damn Ethan! He ruined all my favorite dishes!

Summer's laugh was full of malice and showing off.

"He also said he'll give me another child tonight, while you..."

"Old hag, you're finished."

The moment the voice message finished playing, my car was violently struck.

I looked up to see a dozen tattooed, bald muscle men with clubs surrounding me.

"So you're the one who bullied my little sister Summer?"

I raised an eyebrow and calmly called Ethan.

As usual, he answered after just one ring.

"Ethan, Summer called her gang friends. They've surrounded me with their men."

His voice on the other end sounded somewhat helpless.

"Aria, stop making things up, okay? She's just a college graduate. How could she..."

I smiled and cut him off directly.

"I won't resist whatever they do. Whether you come or not is up to you."

With that, I hung up.

The night wind was cool.

I counted the traffic lights in a daze.

Ethan appeared quickly.

He'd encountered traffic on the way and abandoned his car to sprint here.

The man was gasping, his chest heaving violently, his shirt vaguely outlining his muscular chest.

I stared for a moment, then smiled slightly.

Actually, I'd lied to him.

The muscle men who'd tried to do something to me were now sprawled all over the ground.

Ethan stared at me through clenched teeth.

Finally, his gaze fell on my scratched leg. With heartache and defeat, he crouched in front of me.

With extreme gentleness, he held my calf and applied medicine.

"You're only acting this way because you know I love you!"

He had a thousand complaints in his heart, but this was all he dared to express.

In that instant, my heart stirred again slightly.

For once, I felt the urge to explain.

"This wasn't staged by me. Summer really did call them here."

But Ethan said without hesitation:

"I asked Summer. She swore it wasn't her. She's a very innocent girl, not like..."

His words cut off abruptly.

But I understood.

Not like me—vicious and cunning.

My expression darkened. I grabbed my phone and called my lawyer right in front of Ethan.

"Please prepare divorce papers for me. I'll come pick them up right now."

I kicked Ethan out of the car and turned it around.

He actually stood directly in front of my car.

The night wind lifted his hair. His eyes were defiant yet crazed.

He gritted his teeth, his voice practically squeezing through his throat.

"Aria, if you want a divorce, run me over first!"

The bright headlights illuminated his insane expression.

I met his gaze and stepped on the gas.