I had been with Lucas for eight years. Every Valentine’s Day, he would surprise Olivia with a special gift, trying to win her heart. In the eighth year, he finally succeeded. I tore up the wedding invitation he handed me and walked away. Later, when he burst into the office to confront me, I was just leaving with an ultrasound report in hand. He loosened his tie and smirked, “I haven’t touched you in two months! If you’re trying to compete for attention, at least come up with a better excuse.” I slammed the pregnancy test report on the table— Four weeks pregnant, coinciding with the night he was trying on wedding suits with Olivia. He stared at the date on the report, his Adam’s apple suddenly bobbing violently. It was our eighth Valentine’s Day together. As usual, I prepared dinner, waiting for Lucas to return after his failed attempt to win Olivia’s heart. This time was different. He didn’t come back. Because this time, he succeeded. On TV, my boyfriend was holding another woman in his arms, kissing her passionately in public. Gentle, restrained. A side of him I had never seen before. The image was so clear, I could even see his eyes reddening with emotion. In my freshman year, my father became addicted to gambling, losing not only our savings but also our only house. With no other choice, we had to move back to our hometown, and I was forced to transfer schools. One day, I was cornered in an alley by a group of girls. They surrounded me, raining punches and kicks on me while hurling insults like “slut” and “shameless.” I fought back like a trapped animal, but the more I resisted, the harder they hit. Just when I was feeling desperate, a voice suddenly came from the alley entrance: “I don’t hit girls. Don’t make me intervene.” He walked over, stood in front of me, and coldly told them: “Get lost.” That’s how Lucas entered my world, dazzling my entire youth. Snapping back to reality, I stiffly put down the soup bowl in my hand. I took out my phone and opened Instagram. The trending topics already included “Popular actress Olivia and Young CEO Lucas announce happy news!” Olivia had posted a response. 【I used to belong to everyone, now I belong to you. Please sign for the rest of our lives, no returns or exchanges! @Lucas】 With this post, the topic’s popularity skyrocketed. #LucasIndustriesOlivia# #PerfectMatch# Each hashtag mercilessly trampled on my self-esteem. In the comments section, countless people were celebrating. 【Can you share more sweet moments? We want to see your love!】 【I hereby declare today as the first day of my heartbreak!】 【You deserve the best love, we’ll always support you!】 I took a deep breath, my fingertips trembling as I closed the phone. Did I not care? How could I not? But I loved Lucas, loved him to the point of self-deprecation!
I tossed and turned in bed until dawn. When I went downstairs, I saw Lucas lying on the couch. His hair was a mess, his brows furrowed, probably feeling unwell. I ignored him and went straight to the kitchen to make breakfast for myself. Just as the water in the pot started to bubble, he suddenly pressed against my back, his alcohol-laden breath hot on my neck: “Headache. Make me some hangover soup.” I dodged his chin, “Go wait on the couch.” Instead, he tightened his grip on my waist: “Let me hold you for a while.” “You stink.” I struggled free, “You need a shower.” Lucas laughed and kissed the most sensitive spot behind my ear, “Wait for me.” While he went upstairs, I threw some ginger and brown sugar into the pot. As I stirred, my nose suddenly stung. For eight years, I thought I had warmed his heart. We ate together, went shopping like a normal couple, he remembered to give me birthday gifts, and even brought flowers on Valentine’s Day. Until I saw the live broadcast yesterday—him kneeling with a diamond ring, his hands shaking as he kissed Olivia. Only then did I realize that I was just a substitute all along. “Congratulations,” I put the hangover soup on the dining table. Lucas’s hand paused as he was drying his hair: “What do you mean?” “Congratulations on getting what you wanted.” He picked up the hangover soup, indifferently saying: “You saw the TV? Olivia’s been having some trouble lately, she needs a status to clear up misunderstandings.” I tried hard to control myself, not letting tears fall. “She needs status, but what about me?” Lucas’s voice was hoarse from the hangover, “Haven’t I been good to you all these years? Letting you live in the villa, giving you a credit card to use as you please…” “Lucas, am I just a kept woman in your eyes?” I angrily questioned, “Have I ever used your card?” Lucas was stunned. Before he could reply, I continued. “I buy groceries, cook, do your laundry, clean the house. Isn’t that more than enough to cover the rent?” He paused, the alcohol slowing his reaction: “You know that’s not what I meant. Olivia needs the title of Mrs. Shen to deal with the media, we…” “I don’t want to get involved in your affairs, but we need to clear things up between us. What exactly am I to you?” Lucas drank the hangover soup in one gulp, “What do you think?” “Not a couple! Not lovers!” My voice suddenly raised, “What exactly am I?” “Emmy.” Lucas stepped forward, taking my hand. “It’s just borrowing a status to deal with the media, you know the entertainment industry is complicated…” I pulled my hand away as if burned, “Did you ever consider my feelings?” “Emma. I told you, I’m just lending Olivia a status, we can still be together like before. You’re still my girlfriend.” “Lucas, do you think I’m a fool who’s easy to fool?” His pupils suddenly contracted, the bottom of the bowl hitting the marble countertop hard, “Don’t make a fuss. “When this is over, I promise…” His phone suddenly vibrated on the coffee table, Olivia’s selfie in a bathrobe flashing on the screen the moment it lit up. “Lucas…” A coquettish voice came from the phone, “My stomach hurts so bad…” As Lucas grabbed his suit jacket from the sofa, I suddenly remembered that snowy night three years ago. Before he fell unconscious from a perforated ulcer, he gripped my hand tightly and said: “Emmy, if I die, you’ll be the only beneficiary in my will.” But now his back as he rushed to the entrance, gradually overlapped with that blue figure being pushed into the operating room. “Emmy, Olivia’s pregnant, she needs my care more.” Lucas instructed me as he put on his shoes, “Wait for me to come back…”
The next morning, I had just sat down at my desk. Little Lin from the next table leaned over, lowering her voice mysteriously: “Emmy, did you see yesterday’s trending topics? Young CEO Lucas publicly acknowledged at the press conference that the baby in Olivia’s belly is his!” Before I could speak, Ms. Zhang snorted: “Hmph, who can be sure about things in the entertainment industry? One moment they say it’s movie star Jack’s, the next they say it’s Lucas’s. It’s all a mess.” “It must be Lucas’s!” Little Lin excitedly slapped the table. “Would someone of his status casually claim a child? Lucas has been pursuing Olivia for eight consecutive years, now he’s finally gotten his wish. If you ask me, this is true love!” Ms. Zhang raised an eyebrow, a meaningful smile on her face: “If you ask me, this child could be anyone’s. I heard Olivia was working on a film with Jack recently, and they were very close on set…” “But Lucas publicly acknowledged it…” Little Lin argued unconvincingly. I listened to their discussion, feeling a mix of emotions. Olivia was indeed pregnant, but the child wasn’t Lucas’s. The baby’s father, movie star Jack, was a married man, and his wife’s family was powerful. He wouldn’t, and couldn’t, acknowledge this child. Olivia stubbornly wanted to keep the baby, but was afraid the rumors online would affect her career. Lucas… he was quite willing to be the “fall guy”. I didn’t want to hear anything more about Lucas, so I got up to get coffee. Behind me, I heard Ms. Zhang’s lowered voice: “Hey, have you noticed that every time we mention Lucas, Emmy’s expression seems off…” Just as I had a moment of peace, the manager notified me to go to the meeting room to receive clients. The moment I opened the door, I froze. “Emmy, long time no see.” The woman wore sunglasses and a baseball cap, dressed very discreetly. But I still recognized her at a glance. Olivia, the popular actress. Also the woman Lucas had been proposing to for eight years. Lucas handed water to Olivia, saying softly: “The temperature is just right, drink up.” My heart ached, as if pricked by a needle. The usually carefree Lucas had never been so attentive to me. It turns out he wasn’t incapable of being considerate, his gentleness just never belonged to me. Olivia smiled at me and said: “Emmy, Lucas and I have decided to have the wedding soon. He says if we wait too long, the baby will be too big, and he’s worried I’ll get tired. Plus, it won’t look good in a wedding dress. “We’ll plan the wedding according to Lucas’s preferences, I like whatever he likes. You know Lucas best, so having you plan the wedding will definitely be twice as efficient.” “Oh, congratulations.” I said, then turned to leave without looking back. Lucas chased after me, cornering me at the stairwell, “Olivia is pregnant, can’t you be a little more considerate of her feelings?” “Taking care of her is your business, what does it have to do with me? I’m not her mother.” Lucas frowned, “Emma…” I didn’t want to hear him ramble, so I cut him off directly, “There are so many planning companies, please, find another one, okay?” “Your company has the best reputation in the industry, I want to give Olivia a dream wedding with no regrets. Besides, Olivia is right, you know us best, I feel at ease leaving the wedding to you.” “You’re sick.” I cursed and turned to leave. I was called to the manager’s office, “You know who just came, right?” “Oh, yes.” I replied indifferently. “One is the young master of Lucas Industries, one is a popular actress. Their wedding will not only bring us a lot of profit, but also greatly improve our reputation. “They specifically requested that you plan the wedding.” “I refuse.” “You don’t have the option to refuse. Otherwise, you and your team members can all get lost.” I returned to my seat, my emotions in turmoil. I didn’t understand why Lucas was being so cruel. He didn’t come home all night, and then prepared such a huge “surprise” for me. For eight years I loved him wholeheartedly, was he so confident because he was the one being loved? I couldn’t refuse this job, I could quit and leave. But what about the other team members? Most of them had elderly parents and young children to support. They were burdened with car loans and mortgages, I couldn’t be that selfish.
In the evening, a friend invited us out for their birthday dinner. Just as I was about to enter, I heard Lucas’s cold voice coming from inside the private room: “Every Valentine’s Day she has to make a fuss.” “Ignore her, I bet within two weeks, she’ll be back crying and begging to make up.” I gripped the door handle, not pushing it open. Ryan next to me quickly explained: “Emmy, don’t listen to him, he’s drunk and talking nonsense! I’ll scold him for you!” He was about to push the door open. I held him back, shaking my head. I had loved him for eight years, giving my all, thinking even the coldest heart could be warmed. Ryan was still muttering: “They’re just chatting nonsense, you know they’re never serious…” I took a deep breath, handing the gift to Ryan: “Help me give this to Jason, wish him happy birthday, I won’t go in.” “Okay, hey…” Just as I was about to turn and leave, the door to the private room suddenly opened. Jason stood in the doorway, we both froze for a moment. He didn’t know I had already heard Lucas’s words, and pulled me in: “Emmy’s here, come on in!” This dinner was not only to celebrate Jason’s birthday, but also arranged to persuade Lucas and me to reconcile. Jason made me sit opposite Lucas: “Lucas, Emmy is so good, you’ve been together for so many years, don’t let things get so tense.” Lucas didn’t look at me once, but the veins on the back of his hand gripping the glass were bulging. Ryan quickly gave Jason a look. Before Ryan could pull me up, Lucas finally spoke: “Emma, I’ve said before, I’m just helping Olivia out, giving her the title of Mrs. Shen. We can still be like before.” “I’ll wait for you at home.” I coldly replied: “I came to celebrate Jason’s birthday, not to listen to your nonsense.” Lucas irritably took a sip of wine: “Jason is my friend, why do you need to come celebrate his birthday?” Jason couldn’t stand it anymore and directly confronted him: “Lucas, you’ve gone too far! Emmy is my friend too, I invited her here.” I looked up, meeting his gaze seriously: “Lucas, think it through. Her or me!” With that, I got up to leave. As I closed the door, I heard Ryan say: “Lucas, choose Emmy, otherwise you’ll definitely regret it.” “Shut up.” Lucas’s voice was full of anger. I didn’t look back.
That night, I had insomnia again. By the time I got to the company, the manager was pacing anxiously by my seat, muttering: “Why are you only coming now? I’ve been calling you but you didn’t answer, it’s really nerve-wracking!” I casually replied: “Sorry, my phone was on silent, I didn’t hear it.” The manager quickly pushed me towards the meeting room, not forgetting to remind me: “Young Mr. Lucas and Miss Olivia are both waiting inside, mind your attitude!” As soon as I entered, Olivia said in a coquettish voice: “Emmy, I thought you didn’t want to see me and deliberately didn’t come.” As she spoke, she leaned on Lucas’s shoulder, looking very intimate. I didn’t respond to her words, and asked directly: “Miss Olivia, Mr. Lucas, do you have any specific requirements for the wedding?” Olivia smiled and said: “I don’t have any requirements, I like whatever Lucas likes. You were together for so long, you must know his preferences better than anyone.” I closed my notebook, put down my pen, and nodded: “Indeed. Then for future details, I’ll communicate directly with Mr. Lucas, no need to trouble Miss Olivia to come again.” Olivia was stunned. Lucas frowned, speaking up for Olivia: “Emma, can’t you speak properly?” I replied indifferently: “I’m sorry, Mr. Lucas, this is how I usually speak. If you’re not satisfied, you can request a change of person.” Before Lucas could respond, several reporters suddenly rushed in from outside, holding microphones and cameras, asking a flurry of questions: “Is the news of your marriage true?” “Miss Olivia, didn’t you publicly deny your relationship with Mr. Lucas before? Saying you were just good friends.” “Miss Olivia, what made you decide to marry Mr. Lucas?” “There are rumors online that the child belongs to movie star Jack, is that true?” The reporters crowded together, surging towards Olivia and Lucas. One is pregnant, one is the man I love. I didn’t want anything to happen to them, so I had to stand in front of them, trying to block the reporters. Suddenly, a reporter rushed towards Olivia with a microphone, and Lucas immediately pulled her behind me. I was knocked off balance by the reporter, my waist hitting the corner of the table hard, the pain making me unable to straighten up. In that instant, my heart felt like it was being squeezed tightly, the pain almost making it hard to breathe. Lucas’s first reaction was to protect Olivia, while I became the shield he casually pushed away. It turns out, in his heart, I was no longer the one who needed protection. Tears welled up in my eyes, but I bit my lip hard, not letting them fall. Fortunately, security quickly arrived and chased all the reporters out. Olivia wiped her tears, saying softly to me: “Thank you, Emmy.” No wonder she’s a top actress, just one sentence sounded so pitiful and touching. I forced a smile through the pain in my waist: “You are our VIP clients, this is what I should do.” The bodyguards escorted Olivia out. “Come back to me, I can give you everything except status.” Lucas said before leaving. But that push earlier had already broken my heart. I looked down at my slightly trembling hands, feeling a chill in my heart. So loving someone can be so humbling, yet so clear-headed. His gentleness, his promises, no longer belonged to me. I took a deep breath, silently telling myself: Enough, it’s really enough. I don’t want him anymore, nor do I want this feeling that only brings me pain. Working overtime until midnight, just as I left the company, a heavy rain poured down, drenching me instantly. I didn’t bother to take shelter anymore, letting the rain wash over me. As I walked, my steps gradually became heavy. I crouched down, hugging myself tightly. Amidst the sound of rain, I cried silently, my tears mixing with the raindrops. I don’t know how long it had been, but suddenly the rain above my head stopped. I looked up in confusion to see Ethan standing quietly beside me, holding a black umbrella. “Mr. Lu?” I was a bit surprised. He bent down slightly, his long fingers grasping my arm, gently pulling me up. My thin dress clung to my body, wet and disheveled, outlining a sorry figure. His gaze fell on me without avoiding it. Our eyes met. “Ethan, want to come to my place tonight?” The implications between adults were already very clear. I suddenly remembered the rumors I had heard, saying that Ethan was famously uninterested in women. I was about to explain that I was just joking: “Don’t take it seriously.” Unexpectedly, he agreed. As soon as the elevator doors closed, Ethan pulled me into his arms and kissed me fiercely. His kiss was urgent and fierce, leaving me breathless and dizzy. “There… there are cameras…” I reminded him softly, my face red. He looked up at the security camera, without a word, simply turned me around to face away from the camera, and kissed me again. When we reached the door of my apartment, he swiped the door open, then suddenly stopped his actions and looked down at me: “Emma, it’s not too late to regret now.” “Regret what?” I looked up at him, my fingers hooking his tie, pulling him closer, “Or is it you who regrets?” Ethan smiled, his arm wrapping around my waist, pulling me towards him: “Yes, I regret not making a move earlier.” Our first time, Ethan didn’t even make it to the bedroom. My back was against the wall, rubbed a bit painfully, and I couldn’t help but bite his shoulder: “Ethan, be gentler…” His hand gently stroked my back, his voice hoarse: “Emmy, I can’t hold back anymore…”
The next morning, I woke up with an aching waist. Ethan reached out to help me sit up, handing me a glass of milk. “I made noodles, I don’t know if they suit your taste. Try them later and tell me what you like to eat, I’ll cook for you.” I stared at him blankly, asking: “Why?” “Why what? Girls should be pampered and loved.” This kind of treatment was something I had never experienced in the previous eight years. Ethan handed me a bowl of soup and said: “I heard Lucas wants to give that actress a dream wedding. Have you considered getting married?” “I don’t understand what you mean.” “Let’s get married.” Ethan said directly. “Why?” I asked, puzzled. “Because I think you’re suitable, and we have good chemistry.” I couldn’t help but twitch the corners of my mouth, “Forget it, I don’t want to jump out of one pit only to fall into another deeper one.” I rejected him outright, “Let’s just consider last night as mutually beneficial, Mr. Lu. You don’t need to take it to heart.” Ethan reached out to stop me, “I heard your mother isn’t in good health, she’s always hoped for you to settle down. Do you have a more suitable marriage candidate than me? “In terms of looks, family background, and ability, how am I inferior to Lucas?” I looked up at him seriously. He wasn’t wrong. Ethan was a thousand, no, ten thousand times better than Lucas. Six months ago, I had personally planned the opening ceremony for Ethan’s branch company, and at that time I had seen his detailed profile. A diamond bachelor who had never had any scandals and was extremely capable. Moreover, he had hit my weak spot. A few days ago, my mother was diagnosed with late-stage breast cancer, and her greatest wish was to see me married with children. Half an hour later, Ethan and I walked out of the civil affairs bureau. Looking at the marriage certificate in my hand, I still felt a bit dazed. “Let’s go,” I said. “Where to?” “To earn money for baby formula.” Ethan dropped me off at the company entrance, patting the top of my head, “I’ll pick you up after work tonight.”
That evening, Chloe asked me out. I sent Ethan a message. As soon as she sat down, she downed two glasses of wine: “Is Lucas sick? He’s handing out wedding invitations everywhere now, not even sparing the electronic screens on the streets, showing off his love in all sorts of ways. He’s so eager to let everyone know he’s going to be a father.” Lucas becoming an unexpected father was something everyone in our circle knew about. I held my wine glass and calmly spoke up: “I got married.” Chloe’s words came to an abrupt halt, “Are you joking?” She didn’t believe it at first, until she saw the marriage certificate, then exclaimed in surprise: “Ethan? Isn’t he rumored to be uninterested in women? Everyone was even guessing whether he was gay or not.” Remembering his vigorous performance last night, my face immediately turned red. Chloe noticed my unusual reaction, “Emmy, you didn’t…” I didn’t shy away at all, “Isn’t it normal between husband and wife?” She gave me a thumbs up, “Too amazing, you actually conquered the Ice King.” She immediately shook off her previous dejection, “This must be celebrated properly, it’s on me tonight.” On the way, I went to the restroom. I ran into Ryan. “Emmy, you’re here too. Lucas is with us, come over quickly.” I waved my hand, “Lucas and I have no relationship now, we’re strangers. Hope you have a good time.” Ryan thought I was just upset: “I know Lucas went too far with that incident, he regrets it now. When he’s drunk, he unconsciously calls out your name. “Why don’t you give Lucas a chance to apologize face to face?” Saying this, he forcefully pulled me to the door. I heard familiar voices, Jason was trying to persuade Lucas. “That’s enough, aren’t you afraid of going too far? Emmy hasn’t contacted you for so long.” “Yeah, Lucas. Emmy truly loved you. What’s so good about Olivia? She deliberately strung you along before, and now she’s even made you an unexpected father. Everyone’s laughing at you.” “Ryan just sent a message saying he saw Emmy. He’s bringing her over, when she comes, you should apologize and admit your mistake.” Lucas’s expression was cold, “Who told her to come? We’ve already broken up.” Ryan smiled awkwardly at me, I pushed open the door and entered. Everyone’s gaze turned to me at the same time. The hickeys on my neck were too obvious, Lucas stood up abruptly. “What’s that on your neck?” I curled my lips, “Mr. Lucas, we’re all adults, there’s no need to spell it out, is there?” “Emma, you’ve grown bolder, daring to find another man behind my back. Is it still comfortable to wear?” “Which law states that I must remain chaste for an ex-boyfriend who cheated?” I greeted everyone one by one, saying: “Lucas and I have no relationship anymore, and I’m already married. I appreciate your good intentions, but let’s stop here. If we say or do anything more, we can’t even be friends.” With that, I turned to leave. Behind me came the sound of something being smashed. When it was time to leave, Ethan came to pick me up. Chloe waved at me, saying: “Wishing you two an early arrival of a little one!” Ethan smiled, “Thank you.” Chloe looked shocked, whispering in my ear: “Too scary, I actually saw the Ice King smile, this is enough for me to brag about for a lifetime.” On the way back, I teased Ethan, “I’m not incapable of smiling, but I only smile at people I care about.” After saying this, he smiled at me again. I raised my face in response, “Stunningly handsome.” He asked, “With such a handsome husband, don’t you want to post on Facebook to claim your territory?” I was taken aback, “Won’t it cause you trouble?” “You’re my lawful wife, how could you cause me trouble? You bring me surprises and happiness.” After saying this, he gently kissed my forehead, and with a click, he captured this moment. We posted photos of each other on Facebook together, with the caption: 【You and me.】 My phone exploded, everyone was arguing in the comments section of my post. 【Ice King, am I seeing things?】 【Heard you got dumped? No need to Photoshop to save face, right?】 【What Photoshop? This is the real Mr. Lu, are you blind?】 Chloe retorted on my behalf. Ethan’s phone was also constantly ringing with messages and calls. He kept responding. “Yes, I finally won her over, couldn’t wait to make it official.” “We’ve already registered our marriage, the wedding is still being planned, I’ll definitely send you an invitation when the time comes.” “Thank you for your blessings, I’ll do my best.” In the end, he got fed up and simply turned off his phone. Ethan took my hand, “From now on, you’re marked as mine, you can’t run away.”
Lucas also saw my news from his friends, he came faster than I had imagined. A few minutes later, he was already standing at the door, his face looking terribly grim. “Emmy, come back with me.” “Is that how you should address her? This is my wife, you should call her Mrs. Lu.” Ethan blocked him at the door. Only then did Lucas truly look at Ethan. “So you took advantage when we were arguing? Shouldn’t I be the one demanding an explanation from you?” “Explain what? We’re already legally married, she’s my lawful wife.” Lucas laughed coldly, his gaze meeting mine from afar. “Emma, you’ve really grown bolder? You dare to go out and get married behind my back? Come back now, and I’ll pretend nothing happened.” He reached out a hand in my direction. Every time before, as long as he reached out, I would grasp his hand without hesitation. But this time, I didn’t move. “Lucas, we’ve already broken up, we’re strangers now, with no relationship whatsoever.” “Emma, we were together for eight years, you want to sever all ties with just one word? Do you have no heart?” Lucas’s eyes were bloodshot, Ethan momentarily let his guard down and was pushed aside. My hand was grabbed by him, my wrist feeling like it might snap from his grip. “Go get a divorce from him right now, didn’t you want to get married to me? After the divorce, we’ll get married immediately, and you’ll be the rightful Mrs. Shen from now on.” With my free hand, I slapped Lucas hard across the face. It took Lucas a while to react to what I had done. “Lucas, are you sick? Late-coming passion is cheaper than a dog, haven’t you heard that saying? You gave Olivia the title of Mrs. Shen as you wished, what more do you have to make a fuss about, isn’t it better if we both let go?” Ethan stepped forward, shielding me in his arms. “Lucas, if you dare to come and make trouble again, I’ll sue you for harassment. You don’t think I lack the ability to protect my own wife, do you?” I was still a bit shaken. This was a scene I had never imagined before. I thought when I left, Lucas would feel relieved, after all, he had now married his dream girl as he wished. Now putting on this act of deep affection, who was he trying to fool? “Ethan, aren’t you disgusted by the secondhand goods I’ve slept with for eight years? Does it still fit comfortably?” The hand held by Ethan suddenly went stiff and cold. Cold sweat seeped out of my palm, layer by layer. Perhaps seeing my face turn pale, Lucas laughed: “See, such a realistic thing, you two couldn’t have not thought about it, right? “Emma, come home with me. No one else will want you except me.” “Lucas.” Ethan suddenly let go of my hand. “Before, I only thought you were a fickle playboy, not a good person, but not entirely despicable. “But now I realize.” Ethan stepped forward, grabbing Lucas’s collar and slamming him against the wall. “You’re not only despicable but also scum.” With that, Ethan threw the first punch, hitting Lucas squarely. “And a useless piece of trash. I’m not like you, I like Emma for who she is.” “But Emma is no longer pure.” Ethan didn’t let him finish, landing another hard punch on his face. In the end, the scene became chaotic, but fortunately, Ethan won. “This is the first and last time. Next time, we’ll settle this in the business world.” I closed the door, leaving Lucas outside. Ethan held his face, leaning on my shoulder, “It hurts, wife, blow on it for me.” “You know it hurts, why did you fight?” “If I didn’t stop him, what if he took you away?” Ethan looked at me seriously. I stood on tiptoes, kissing his cheek, and looked at him earnestly: “We’re legally married.” Before he could reply, his kiss had already fallen.
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