I never held high hopes for Chloe's words, but she did remind me of a phrase. "A fossil of outdated traditions" described her perfectly.
From the moment I married Ethan, she never truly accepted me as her sister-in-law, let alone as Mrs. Hayes. Yet she herself was the epitome of a patriarchal puppet who was spineless and clung to archaic virtues while bending over backward to cater to men's whims. With Ethan, she was nothing but a doormat.
She would gaze at him like he hung the moon, and she would probably swear that his farts smelled like perfume. No wonder she could not fathom why he would marry someone like me, a woman she deemed unworthy.
True to form, Chloe blasted me with a video. It was the second day after I left.
Ethan's private office was crammed with CEOs who had once partne
