Chapter 2

When I regained consciousness, I was in a storage room.

A cleaner told me that everyone had been scared away by my fainting.

I curved my lips into a self-mocking smile.

Even if I had fainted, no one would care whether I lived or died.

Checking the time, I slowly got up and called a cab to head back to the Rivers' mansion.

Leaning against the car window, the uncomfortable pain tugged at me, and my tears fell in large drops.

"Ethan, I miss you so much."

When I returned to the mansion, Jack was holding Emily, drinking from intertwined glasses.

He slowly looked at me after hearing the noise, "Back so soon? Did you take good care of Mr. Wilson?"

I remained silent.

If he had stayed a moment longer, he might have seen what happened.

Never mind, he wouldn't care about me anyway.

"Since you couldn't serve Mr. Wilson well, then kneel down and clean everything inside and out."

Jack's cold voice came, and a rag was thrown mercilessly at my feet.

I crouched down, picked up the rag, and started scrubbing the floor on my knees.

Just as I was about to faint again from the darkness before my eyes, Jack instinctively moved forward.

Emily's mocking voice came, "Jack, look at her. Mr. Wilson wasn't satisfied, but she seems very pleased. She's so cheap."

Jack paused in place, his hand suspended in mid-air, then withdrew with a look of disgust.

I started gasping for breath, my head throbbing violently.

Biting my lower lip hard, I barely managed to stand up.

But Emily hooked Jack's arm, "Jack, I want to eat brownies. Can you make her bake some for me?"

"Get to it, now!" Jack roared at me, his eyes full of undisguised disgust.

I dragged my body step by step to the kitchen, enduring excruciating pain while preparing the elaborate brownie cake for her.

When I brought the brownies to the table, Jack directly knocked over the plate.

"What the hell is this? Even a dog wouldn't eat this crap."

As he spoke, the pastry chef Jack had called arrived with the finest ingredients.

Jack paid attention to Emily's every need, even hiring several pastry chefs.

I stood frozen in place, unable to move.

"Seeing me treat Emily so well, how does it feel? Like a knife to your heart?" Jack smirked, his eyes scanning my entire body.

I calmly replied, "It's my fault for not doing well. I'm sorry."

I apologized again, but it only brought displeasure to Jack's eyes.

"So you admit you're jealous of how I treat Emily, right?"

"I'm going to marry her. You've been by my side for so many years and got nothing. You must feel very disappointed, right?"

His tone was urgent, needing my confirmation.

I turned my head away, answering carelessly, "Jack, seeing you happy makes me happy."

I didn't dare say that this was Ethan's wish.

So it was also my wish.

Hearing this, Jack's eyes reddened, and he punched the wall behind me.

His eyes were filled with anger and restraint, but more than that, unwillingness.

"Jack, the pastry chef you hired for me made such delicious cakes, you should try some too."

Emily came out of the kitchen, feeding a bite of cake to his lips.

Jack mechanically opened his mouth, while Emily persuaded him not to be angry because of me.

Jack's gaze moved away from me, and he remained silent for a long time.

Emily froze, then shot me a vicious glare.

The next day, a post suddenly appeared in the company group chat.

It vividly described, with text and pictures, the news of me spending the night with Mr. Wilson.

Colleagues also started discussing boldly in the group.

[Sophia Lee has been with Mr. Rivers for so many years, and suddenly she's willing to be with an old man. Has she been abandoned by Mr. Rivers?]

[Is she still in the company because she's clinging to Mr. Rivers? How cheap.]

[To be honest, with Sophia Lee's dead fish face, of course she can't compare to Emily's goddess face. It's normal for Mr. Rivers to fall for someone else.]

Seeing this, I turned off my phone.

I took a painkiller and took a cab to the company.

Placing my resignation letter on Jack's desk, I suddenly felt as if struck by lightning, frozen in place.

Why choose Lakeside City to hold the wedding?

That day, Ethan left us forever there.

And his tombstone was also in Lakeside City.