Facing Ethan’s self-righteous questioning, I had no interest in arguing.
He never thought he was wrong.
“Divorce papers can be printed a hundred copies a minute. Avoidance won’t help.”
Ethan angrily stood, the chair clattering to the floor.
He paced like a restless dog, trying to calm himself.
“If you’re really bothered, I can write a guarantee or make a will. I promise not to recognize Sunny’s child and not to let them inherit my assets. Surely you can trust that?”
I sighed deeply.
Why doesn’t he understand? You can write a will for assets, black and white.
But feelings?
Can you just decide not to have them?
Seeing a child grow, looking more like you over time.
Blood is thicker than water. How could that not move you?
If I could still trust him, I’d be the biggest fool in the world.
“Ethan, I don’t care who you want to protect for ten years, who you want to have kids with, or who you want to spend money on.”
“I loved you for eight years, tolerated your unclear entanglement with Sunny, thinking I’d die without you. But now I’m awake, realizing you’re not that important.”
“The only reason for divorce is my dead heart. I don’t love you anymore. It’s that simple. Do you get it?”
I was calm and rational as I spoke.
There was no begging, no breakdown, no hysterical jealousy like before.
Ethan saw it too, and he was utterly panicked and confused.
Finally, he made an excuse to handle work at the company and fled in disarray.
I really don’t understand him.
He didn’t cherish me before, and now he’s like this.
Wouldn’t it be easier to divorce and be with Sophia?
Or is having a virtuous wife at home and a white moonlight outside more thrilling and fulfilling?
I packed my things, left a new divorce agreement on the table, and a note saying I planned to move out.
Honestly, I didn’t know where to go.
My parents were miles away in my hometown, and I’d lost touch with my college friends and colleagues after quitting.
Lost in thought, the elevator doors opened, and Michael came out.
“Olivia? Why are you with a suitcase?”
I hesitated but eventually told him everything that happened over the past few days.
Michael sighed. “I have a small apartment. If you don’t mind, you can stay there for now.”
I quickly said that would be great, offering to pay rent at market rate, but asked for a few months to start.
“I need to find a job again… I might not have the money right away.”
Michael walked over and assertively took my suitcase and backpack.
“Why so formal with me? By the way, Olivia, do you have any job plans?”
I shook my head, unsure after being out of the workforce for two years.
Michael suggested trying his company, offering to help with an internal recommendation.
“Really? Michael, thank you so much. If I get in, I’ll definitely treat you to a meal!”
The interview went surprisingly well, and I started work a week later.
During these days, Ethan bombarded me with calls and messages.
I ignored them all, blocking him when it became too much.
I didn’t delete or block him entirely because I still needed a divorce.
Somehow, Ethan found out where I worked and started a new tactic to bother me.
Today, another bouquet and fancy afternoon tea arrived at my desk.
I’d told Ethan these things would only end up in the trash, and he shouldn’t waste his money or effort.
He replied quickly, “It’s okay. I bought them for you, so you can do whatever you want with them.”
He even posted on Instagram daily, sharing his flower-picking experiences with overly sweet captions.
“Flowers bloom every year. I hope our love can blossom again too.”
I have no idea how Ethan Parker discovered where I work, but he has started harassing me in a new way.
Today, yet another bouquet of flowers and a lavish afternoon tea arrived at my desk.
I’ve told Ethan before that these gifts would just end up in the trash, and he shouldn’t waste his money or time.
He quickly replied, “It’s fine, I bought them for you. You can do whatever you want with them.”
He even updates his Instagram story daily, documenting his flower-picking adventures with overly sweet captions.
“Flowers bloom every year, and I hope our love can too.”
“Six years of marriage? I love the thrill of courting my wife all over again.”
A few times, he’s even tried to pick me up from work at the office building.
I had to sneak to the underground parking garage and take a ride with Michael to avoid him.
In the end, I didn’t throw the flowers away but gave them to my colleagues.
Today, a female colleague who received a bouquet looked at me enviously.
“Sunny, teach me how to attract men! You’ve got a lovesick hunk waiting downstairs, and the CEO’s son giving you a ride home~”
I was stunned. The CEO’s son? Who?
The female colleague was even more surprised. “Michael, right? Didn’t the manager himself onboard you? How could you not know?”
