By the time we arrived at the mansion, Ethan's ex-fiancée was sitting comfortably in the living room as though she owned the place.
"Baby!" she exclaimed, hurrying toward Ethan.
Without a second thought, she pushed my hand away from his arm and took my place, supporting him instead.
"Take your hands off me," Ethan said coldly. "And while we're at it... who gave you permission to come into my house?"
She let out a short laugh.
"Excuse me?" she replied. "What am I doing in my fiancé's house? That's a rather strange question, don't you think?"
"Well, I'm here to take care of you," she said confidently. "You don't need a personal maid anymore."
She folded her arms and smiled.
"I've already told my father that we're moving forward with our wedding plans."
"And guess what?" she continue
