Though she said this, the sarcasm on her face lingered, only tinged with smugness.
Onstage, Ethan didn’t even look my way.
“Everyone, let’s go. Tonight we’ll celebrate at a five-star hotel—it’s Julia’s and my wedding banquet!”
I quietly slipped out, pulled up the resignation letter I had already written, and sent it with one click.
After submitting my resignation, I figured that since I was leaving Ethan anyway, I had to make things clear to his parents. Ethan drove Julia to a music festival.
She had emptied my pockets again, leaving me nearly broke, so I took the bus to his house.
When I arrived, the brightly lit gate bore the words “Reed Family.”
It was absurd; I had paid for this villa in full, planning to live there with Ethan.
But he secretly moved his parents in and replaced the lock with a digital one, registering all his family members’ faces except mine.
After work, he retreated to this villa to relax. I, meanwhile, had to stay in the company dormitory.
I rang the bell five times before Ethan’s parents reluctantly came and opened the door.
“Vivian? Why are you here?”
Ethan’s mother scowled. “Shouldn’t you be working overtime at the company? Leaving all the burden on Ethan alone?”