“Sophia, you don’t have to work this hard. With me here, even if you stayed home and did nothing, you’d still live comfortably.”
I would smile, shake my head, and push him away.
“Ethan, you don’t understand.”
Why should power and wealth only belong to men?
They savor the thrill of holding money and authority,
yet tell women from their high horses that chasing it isn’t necessary.
That day, I cupped Ethan’s chin and said with a teasing smile,
“How about this—why don’t you quit your job and be a full-time househusband? I’ll support you.”
His smile froze instantly.
“A man living off a woman? I’d be laughed out of the industry.”
He never brought it up again.
Maybe we were mismatched from the start.
Our values were worlds apart, and choosing marriage had been a mistake from the very beginning.
And now, just because Chloe mentioned she liked a certain jewelry brand,
Ethan swallowed his pride and broke his long-held principles to appear in public with her.
This time, he must really be in love.
I shook my head, trying to rid myself of the mess in my mind.
My secretary had already sent over today’s schedule: I was to attend a dinner party,
where I would have the chance to meet Mrs. Johnson.