I was stunned, "So I’m supposed to step aside for your tragic love story?"
"We made promises to each other! I washed Ethan’s clothes when he was drunk, cleaned his house in the suburbs and cooked his favorite spicy chicken. I'm only twenty, young and beautiful. What do you have to compare with me? He said he has no feelings for you and didn't divorce you out of pity."
She grew more agitated as she said, "You don't deserve Ethan. He is a charming, successful CEO and you’re just a rough cook stuck in the kitchen. You’re holding him back from finding someone better!"
I couldn’t help but retort, “You’re not the ‘better person’ he’s looking for, are you?” I added, "Sweetheart, that super glue should have sealed your other mouth."
She screamed in anger, "You!"
I rolled my eyes, "By the way, I recorded the call. You know this is evidence, right?"
"Beep beep beep—"
The call ended abruptly. She hung up.
The mistress was making a scene... I sighed, pressing my forehead. Ethan, you really know how to surprise me. But sweetheart, is your love story as epic as you claim?