"What were you thinking? You insisted on taking this job yourself!"
Chloe’s eyes turned red with tears. She glanced pitifully at Ethan.
"But Mr. Carter asked for it this way. How is this my fault?"
I sneered.
"Store Manager, I paid ten thousand dollars. Either refund me, or—"
I didn’t finish, but my meaning was clear.
The Store Manager promised to redo everything, but Chloe refused. She tossed down her camera and ran out crying.
"Why should I?"
Ethan instinctively tried to chase after her, but after a few steps, he remembered I was still there.
On the way back, Ethan claimed there was an urgent meeting at the corporation and dumped me on the roadside.
I knew exactly where he was going—to find Chloe.
If not for this mess, today would have been the day we got our marriage license at city hall.
But none of that mattered anymore.
I checked the GPS location on his phone: Ethan had gone straight to our new house.
A house I had never even lived in, yet it had already been used by someone else. How ironic.
In the end, I still went along with Ethan’s wishes—we filmed that romantic wedding video montage, with Chloe as the photographer.