Chapter 2: We Are Breaking Up
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Upon hearing these words, Ethan's expression turned cold.
His deep, dark eyes fixed on Olivia.
"I told you I didn’t want to get married. If you couldn’t handle that, you shouldn’t have agreed in the first place."
Olivia’s eyes reddened slightly. "Because it was a relationship between two people, but now there are three."
"She doesn't threaten you."
Olivia laughed bitterly at herself.
"One phone call, and you drop everything, leaving me without caring whether I live or die. Ethan, tell me, how is that not a threat?"
Ethan’s eyes darkened with anger. "Olivia, are you really making such a big deal over some cramps?"
"What if I were pregnant?"
"Don’t try to use a child to change things. I’ve always been careful."
His voice was cold, without a trace of hesitation.
If there had been a child, he probably would have forced her to terminate it anyway.
Olivia’s last glimmer of hope was completely shattered.
She clenched her fists, so tightly her nails dug into her palms, but she didn’t feel any pain.
Raising her chin, she smiled bitterly.
"You once said that we were together for love, not marriage, and if either of us ever got tired, we’d part ways peacefully. Well, Ethan, I’m tired. Let’s break up."
She spoke decisively, without hesitation.
But no one knew that her heart was bleeding inside.
The veins on Ethan’s hand bulged, and his sharp gaze bore into Olivia.
"Do you understand the consequences of saying this?"
"I know saying this will upset you, but Ethan, I’m exhausted. I don’t want to be in a relationship with three people anymore."
She had been foolish, thinking that as long as two people were in love, marriage didn’t matter.
But she had been wrong because Ethan’s heart was never truly with her.
Ethan grabbed Olivia’s chin roughly.
"Do you think you can use this to force me to marry you? Olivia, have I underestimated you, or are you just too naive?"
Olivia looked at him with complete disappointment. "Think whatever you want. I’m moving out today."
She stood up from the bed, ready to leave, but Ethan pulled her back into his arms.
His hot lips caught hers with precision.
His deep, magnetic voice was tinged with coldness.
"After you leave, aren’t you afraid your family will go back to the way it was? You’ve spent three years of your youth on this."
Olivia’s mind exploded. She stared at him in disbelief.
"Explain what you mean by ‘three years of youth’?"
Ethan’s cold fingers casually traced the bite mark on her lip, his smile full of mockery.
"You set up the whole situation for me to save you, and then you willingly stayed with me, even without marriage. If not to save your father’s business, what other reason could you possibly have?"
Three years ago, Olivia’s family had indeed faced an unprecedented financial crisis.
After she started dating Ethan, he helped her family a lot, pulling them out of trouble.
At the time, she thought it was because Ethan liked her.
Olivia’s lips trembled. "So all your kindness over these three years has been just an act? There wasn’t even a bit of genuine feeling?"
Ethan’s temples throbbed with anger at her words.
"Do you really think I’d take this game seriously?"
That short sentence pierced Olivia’s heart like a knife.
She had given him three years of sincere love, only to find out it had all been a transaction.
Only she had been foolish enough to think he loved her.
The thought made every inch of Olivia’s skin feel as if it were being torn apart by wild dogs.
The sadness in her eyes slowly turned cold.
"Three years of my youth should be enough to repay your favor, Ethan. Now we’re even. From this moment on, we go our separate ways."
Ethan stared at Olivia’s stubborn face, his eyes filled with growing anger.
"Olivia, I’ll give you one night to think this over and tell me again."
With a cold aura surrounding him, Ethan turned and left.
Olivia curled up on the bed, tears silently streaming down her face.
She had loved him for seven years, cared for him for three, and yet in Ethan’s eyes, it was nothing more than a dirty deal.
In a relationship, whoever falls in love first loses.
And she had lost completely.
After her sorrow subsided, Olivia packed her things and left without looking back.
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Meanwhile...
A black Cullinan sped through the quiet streets like lightning.
Ethan’s mind was filled with the image of Olivia saying “We’re breaking up” with such finality.
Just because he hadn’t been with her on her birthday, just because she was jealous...
Now she wanted to break up.
It seemed like he needed to do something about that temper of hers.
Ethan angrily tore off his tie and threw it aside.
His phone had rung several times before he finally answered it.
"What’s up?"
A careless voice came from the other end.
"What took you so long to answer?"
"Driving."
Lucas laughed mischievously. "Driving what? Secretary Olivia’s car? Am I interrupting?"
"Are you bored?"
"No, I just wanted to ask if you’re coming to the bar. Shawn Yates is buying."
Ten minutes later...
At Nightlight Bar.
Lucas handed Ethan a drink, smirking.
"You look like your face is about to hit the floor. What happened? Break up with Olivia?"
Ethan shot him a cold glance. "Couples need to have a little drama to strengthen the relationship. Haven’t you seen it before?"
"Oh, so you’ve fallen for her through all the ‘drama,’ huh?"
Lucas deliberately emphasized the word, his smile mischievous and teasing.
Ethan kicked him without hesitation. "Get lost!"
"Fine, I’m going, but don’t say I didn’t warn you. If you really like Olivia, you’d better draw a clear line with Hannah. Don’t come crying to me when your wife leaves you because of a phone call."
Ethan frowned. "I told you, she didn’t threaten her, but she won’t believe it."
"No woman would believe that. Hannah’s your childhood sweetheart. You’ve been engaged since you were kids. What woman would tolerate her man running to his childhood friend’s side every time she calls?"
Ethan pulled out a cigarette, lit it and took a deep drag.
His dark eyes grew even more shadowed.
"Me and her..."
Before he could finish, the door to the private room opened.
Shawn Yates walked in, Hannah on his arm.
"Sorry, Hannah’s not feeling great today. I hope you don’t mind if I brought her along."
Lucas glanced at Ethan’s dark expression and laughed awkwardly.
"How could we mind? Hannah, come sit by big brother Lucas."
Hannah smiled sweetly, her face pure and innocent. "You’re sitting right under the AC. It’s too cold. I’ll sit here."
With that, she sat down next to Ethan.
She pulled out a small, exquisite box from her bag and placed it in front of Ethan.
"Ethan, last time you stood her up on her birthday to save me. She’s not mad at you, is she?"
Ethan replied calmly, "She’s not."
"That’s good. This is a lipstick I bought for her as an apology. If there’s any misunderstanding, I can explain it to her in person."
Ethan didn’t even glance at the box. "No need."
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