Chapter 2: Kicking Away the White Moonlight, Wife's Worldview Collapses!
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At New Port City International Airport, the crowd surged.
Sophia stood nervously at the arrival gate, her knuckles turning white from the tension.
She had to come.
Even after experiencing such a devastating humiliation yesterday, as the "destined female protagonist," she must complete her narrative arc!
Today was the day her predestined male lead, Alexander Thorne, was returning to the country.
According to the script, this should have been the romantic scene of her reuniting with her true love after breaking free from the "obsessive male supporting character".
Yet, her mind was filled with Ethan's devil-like figure, and his words: "The balance of power has shifted".
That man was like a meteorite smashing into a precise script, leaving cracks all over the world she was once proud of.
"Sophia! My darling! I'm back!"
A voice so exaggerated it bordered on greasy, pulled her back from her chaotic thoughts.
Sophia looked up.
Alexander Thorne was pushing an LV suitcase, walking towards her with a radiant expression. He was wearing a bright blue Versace suit, his hair slicked back with a gleaming sheen, the golden Rolex on his wrist sparkling under the light, as if desperate for everyone to notice.
He spread his arms wide, a triumphant smile plastered across his face.
"Look, I've closed several big deals in Europe! Our Thorne family will soon rule the entire New Harbor City!"
He boasted, as if he were Caesar who had conquered the world.
However, the sunny young man in Sophia's memory now remained only with the stench of money.
The thick "idealized filter" in her heart suddenly cracked, shattering into pieces.
Just as Alexander was about to embrace her, a hand suddenly stretched out from the side, powerfully encircling her slender waist and drawing her into a warm and solid embrace.
At the same time, another hand gripped Alexander's wrist like an iron clamp.
Ethan!
He appeared like a ghost out of thin air, wearing a perfectly tailored black suit, his demeanor restrained yet powerful, delivering a crushing contrast to Alexander's flamboyance.
He didn't even glance at Alexandra, merely lowering his head to whisper in her ear with a demonic voice.
"Cooperate with me."
"Otherwise, I won't mind having Thorne Industries file for bankruptcy tonight."
A blatant threat!
Sofia's body stiffened; she had no doubt that this man could absolutely follow through on his words!
"Ethan Blackwood! You worthless scum! Take your filthy hands off me!"
The searing pain of his wrist being seized and the public humiliation of being intercepted instantly broke Alexander's defenses, and he roared, attempting to play the role of the victim.
"Sofia, did you see that? This madman is still harassing you! He's not worthy of you at all!"
Sofia was held in Ethan's arms, her body stiff, without strong resistance.
To onlookers, this appearance seemed more like "protecting" Alexander behind her.
And this scene instantly triggered the "plot core" in Sofia's mind!
Here it comes!
The script has arrived!
The obsessive supporting male character is mad with jealousy, and in broad daylight, he's about to strike against the main male lead!
And I, as the female lead, must protect my male lead with my delicate yet resilient nature!
This is the female lead's mission!
In an instant, Sofia's gaze became "heroically resigned," and she even puffed out her chest, striking a tragic pose that seemed to say, "If you want to fight, come at me," her inner narrative already rehearsing how she would block a fatal blow for Alexander.
Ethan looked at her colorful expressions and was almost laughing from anger.
This woman... was truly poisoned by novels.
Arguing with an i***t had never been his style.
He let go of Sophia and shook off Alexander's wrist, taking a step forward.
"I like to resolve personal grudges in the most efficient way possible."
Ethan spoke softly, his voice not loud, yet it seemed to chill the surrounding air by several degrees.
"Such as..."
"Physical method."
No sooner had the words been spoken!
He moved!
Without warning, without any unnecessary movements, just a simple and clean side kick!
Quick!
Extremely fast!
Everyone at the scene only saw a black, ghostly silhouette that sliced through the air like lightning!
"Bang—!"
A dull, teeth-grinding impact sound!
Alexander's seemingly strong body was like being hit by a high-speed car, his feet leaving the ground, his entire form shooting backward like a cannonball!
He flew over the luggage, over the crowd's gasps, crashing heavily onto the floor five meters away, making a thunderous noise, then curling up like a cooked shrimp, letting out a pig-killing wail.
The entire scene fell silent.
Everyone was stunned by this crisp, almost brutally elegant scene.
Sofia was completely petrified.
Her red lips parted, her blue-green eyes wide and round, her mind like a blank slate after a nuclear explosion.
The script...
The script isn't supposed to be written like this!
Shouldn't it be about clinging, confrontation, throwing harsh words, and then the male supporting character storms off, leaving the male and female leads' feelings to heat up?
How...
How did it turn into a physical altercation?!
What, you actually kicked someone flying?!
This... this doesn't make sense according to the plot logic!
Ethan stepped forward, looking down condescendingly at Alexander writhing on the ground.
He didn't even bother to bend down, simply extending his hand to elegantly adjust his perfectly unwrinkled collar.
A smirk of ultimate disdain curved at the corner of his lips.
"Is that all?"
His voice was icy and contemptuous.
"You dare to be my opponent?"
After speaking, he turned around and pulled the still frozen Sofia's cold little hand.
Amid the reverent, fearful, and slightly excited gazes of everyone present, Ethan strode away with her.
Behind them, Alexander's threat came with a choked, tearful voice.
"Ethan Blackwood! You wait and see! The Thorn family... will not let you off!"
He walked away without looking back.
The Thorne family?
Just a slightly larger ant.
Being pulled out of the airport gate by him, the cold air rushing into her lungs, Sophia finally came back to her senses.
Her worldview was completely shattered by that single kick.
No... No, that's not right...
Everything is wrong!
A possessive male supporting character should be gloomy, crazy, unrequited in love, willing to use cunning schemes, but would absolutely never... absolutely never be this crude and direct!
So powerful!
The strength, speed, and angle of this kick... This is not a street brawl; this is professional assassin-level combat technique!
How could a "pet" raised by a family for three years possibly possess such strength?
Unless..
Unless he is absolutely not the "obsessive male supporting character"!
Sofia's brain was operating at an unprecedented speed, countless novel plots flashing, splicing, and reorganizing in her mind...
A brand new, more grand, and more rational script suddenly took shape in her mind!
She abruptly stopped in her tracks, looked up, and gazed at the man before her with a completely new expression - filled with shock, sudden realization, and even a hint of admiration.
Oh, so that's how it is!
He's not a supporting male character!
He's the type... the type who starts off being looked down upon by everyone, actually harboring a deep blood feud, living under a hidden identity, biding his time, and ultimately will overturn the entire world in revenge...
Handsome, powerful, and tragic - a classic revenge-driven male protagonist!
He married into the Sterling family, not out of love for me, but to use our family's power as a springboard for his revenge!
And Alexander... was just the first insignificant cannon fodder to be crushed on his path of vengeance!
Realizing this, Sophia trembled all over, an unprecedented feeling of both dread and excitement surging from deep within her.
She gazed at Ethan's handsome yet cold profile, her gaze completely transforming.
No longer was it disgust and contempt.
But rather... an understanding of seeing through the "truth", a compassion for the "male protagonist's" arduous fate, and...
The sacred sense of mission as a "destined female lead", to fight side by side with him!
Ethan noticed her unusual state, stopped in his tracks, turned his head to look at her, and playfully raised an eyebrow: "What, are you stunned?"
Sophie Ya took a deep breath, her blue eyes sparkling with an unprecedented determination.
In a tone she believed to be profound, but was actually utterly naive, she solemnly declared:
"I understand."
"Ethan Blackwood, your past must have been very difficult, right?"
"Don't worry, from today onwards..."
"I will help you!"
Ethan: "???"
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