Chapter 2

Ethan gave me a deep look, then turned and left with Olivia.

They walked side by side, Olivia's head slightly tilted, resting on Ethan's shoulder, one hand tightly clasped with his, the other pointing in some direction.

"Olivia, don't you have a concert next month?"

"Yes, you must be in the audience to hear me sing."

"Okay."

"And next March, let's go to Provence together to see the lavender fields."

"Okay."

"In the future, wherever I want to go, you'll accompany me, right?"

"Yes."

Ethan smiled, looking at Olivia adoringly, as if she was a treasure he had lost and found again.

Watching them walk away, I let out a soft sigh and turned to walk in the opposite direction.

I called my roommates, asking them to meet me at our usual bar.

"Don't ask what happened, don't try to comfort me, and don't feel sad for me."

"I'm treating you to drinks. Tonight, we're not leaving until we're drunk."

After downing glass after glass, my roommates patted my shoulder, wanting to say something but holding back, finally just letting out a sigh.

"Rachel, try to cheer up. Ethan isn't worth this."

I shook my head and drained another glass.

"You're wrong. I'm actually very happy."

"I'm finally free of him."

Ethan and I were childhood sweethearts, from families of similar status. Our parents always thought we were a perfect match and that we would definitely marry in the future.

We didn't disappoint our parents' expectations.

Elementary school, middle school, high school, we were always in the same class until college when we finally separated.

He was a year younger than me. As a child, he was quite proud but also very kind.

In elementary school, when older students tried to steal my money, he rushed up to fight them, ending up pushed to the ground with a scraped arm.

Back then, our agreement was to start dating after college graduation and get married after that.

But after we actually got married, everything seemed to change.

Every day was filled with mundane chores, struggling to make a living.

Life gradually became dull, and Ethan started to feel that this kind of life was meaningless.

Later, Olivia became a pop singer, performing at various small venues. She didn't earn much, but it was enough to get by.

Her vibrant and passionate image deeply attracted Ethan, and he began to actively approach Olivia.

At first, Olivia maintained boundaries, but faced with the active pursuit of the boy she had liked for so many years, how could she refuse?

So everything naturally fell into place.

Once, I went on a business trip for a month. When I came back, I found out they had been intimate more than once.

I was thunderstruck, but Ethan was nonchalant.

"I married you because you wanted to get married. What more do you want?"

"I've never been to a bar, never been to a concert, never watched a movie or had a candlelit dinner in my entire life."

"You never do these things with me, and now you won't let others do them with me?"

"From now on, let's each do our own thing. Don't interfere with me, and I won't bother with you. But if you dare to hurt my Olivia, I won't let you off easily!"

I was already too tired to argue with him.

After a while, I proposed divorce.

Of course, Ethan didn't agree. I insisted, and finally, he compromised.

He sarcastically said, "The two and a half months I've been with Olivia have been happier than all the happiness in my previous half-life combined."

"Rachel White, you said you'd give me happiness, but you can't."