“She’s avoiding you. What more do you want?”
His detached tone made it sound as though all the hardships we had survived together
were nothing more than an irrelevant footnote in his story.
“What more do I want?”
I looked at him coldly.
The air between us was frozen in silence
until his phone kept pinging with message alerts.
He frowned at me after checking them.
“Do you really have to go this far?”
“She’s an orphan. She doesn’t have many options for work.”
“You’ve ruined her job. How is she supposed to live?”
I laughed coldly.
“Isn’t she living off you?”
“Three-thousand-dollar dresses, fifty-thousand-dollar jewelry, a seven-million-dollar mansion.”
“Ethan, how come I never noticed you were this generous with employees?”
He sighed again and started explaining patiently.
“Olivia is an orphan. When she came to me, she was starving, skin and bones.”
“Seeing her reminded me of you back then—so small and pitiful.”
“Anyone would have pity. I couldn’t just let her die.”
I found it laughable.
The man who once treated me as his most precious treasure
was now using me as an excuse to justify another woman.
“If you cheated, just admit it. Don’t pretend you’re some savior.”