Chapter 2

Vivian's POV

Ethan's mother froze, her voice rising. "What did you say?"

I repeated, "I'm willing to accept the thirty million you offered and leave Ethan forever."

She couldn't believe it. "Don't try any schemes! You're not good enough for Ethan! You can't bear children. Do you want him to have no heir?"

I said coldly, "Don't worry, he won't be without an heir." Someone had already gotten pregnant with his child.

Afraid I'd change my mind, she said, "Come over right now. We'll discuss this in person."

Half an hour later, the car the Hunt family sent stopped downstairs.

I got in the car and was taken to the Hunt family's villa.

She had already prepared the agreement. "This money is enough for your family to live on for a lifetime, but after you receive it, you must leave Ethan forever. Don't drag him down anymore, understand?"

I lowered my eyes and smiled self-mockingly. "I understand."

I would leave Ethan forever.

I never wanted to see him again.

She pushed the agreement over. I took the pen and, without any hesitation, signed my name at the bottom.

She put away the agreement, finally showing a satisfied expression.

A notification appeared on my phone: thirty million dollars, not a cent less.

I took a deep breath. "I need one more favor from you."

She looked at me warily. "What favor?"

"I need you to help arrange new identities for me and my parents. We'll leave the country and never return."

She was completely reassured. "No problem. I guarantee Ethan won't be able to find you."

Leaving the Hunt family villa, I didn't return to the home I shared with Ethan. Instead, I went to my parents' house.

Mom was happy to see me. "What brings you here today?"

I briefly explained the situation.

"Ethan has a mistress. That mistress is even pregnant with his child. There's no future for us. I can only take you abroad with me."

Her tears immediately fell. "What?! That scumbag! How dare he treat you like this!"

The more she spoke, the angrier she got, raising her hand to wipe her tears. "If it weren't for you back then, he would've been tortured to death by those trash foster parents long ago! Our family exhausted all our resources to send him to school and pay for his treatment, and this is how he repays us?"

My dad was silent for a long time before sighing. "We helped him because we pitied him. We don't want his repayment. Since he's changed his heart, then we'll just leave."

My tears fell. "Mom, Dad, I'm sorry. Because of me, you have to leave with me..."

He patted my shoulder. "As long as we're together, isn't everywhere home?"

My eyes reddened, and I nodded forcefully.

My mom wiped her tears, crying as she recalled the past.

Back then, our family's circumstances were ordinary. My parents were regular people with modest salaries.

With an extra person in the household, they simply couldn't afford it.

To support Ethan, my parents worked part-time jobs after their regular work.

But they never shortchanged Ethan. His food and clothing were no worse than mine, and they paid his college tuition.

Yet now, Ethan was hurting me like this.

I took my identification documents from home and went to apply for a visa that afternoon.

While waiting in line, Ethan called.

"Vivian, why aren't you home?"

I answered calmly, "I went to my parents' house."

Just then, the staff called my name. "Your visa materials have been approved. It will be ready in two weeks."

Ethan paused on the other end. "What visa? Where are you?"

I made up an excuse. "My parents want to travel abroad. I'm accompanying them to apply for visas."

Ethan said, "Then I'll come pick you all up."

"No need, we can get back ourselves." I refused directly.

That evening, I returned to the home I shared with Ethan.

As soon as I entered, Ethan strode forward.

He wrapped his arms around my waist. "Why didn't you call me when you came home? I miss them too."

I silently thought, You won't need to miss them anymore.

I turned my head slightly, avoiding his movement. "You're busy. Next time."

Ethan frowned and was about to hug me when my phone rang.

It was a message from the high school alumni group.

Classmates were discussing in the group that the day after tomorrow was the tenth anniversary of our graduation, and everyone wanted to have a reunion.

I'd been student council president and had good relationships with everyone.

After going abroad, I might never see these classmates again in my life.

I replied in the group: "Sure, I'll definitely be there."

Two days later, Ethan and I arrived at the reunion restaurant together.

Quite a few people had already arrived in the private room. They were all happy to see us.

"Vivian! Ethan! You two have been a couple since high school, when will you invite us to your wedding?"

"Exactly! We're all waiting!"

Ethan smiled in response.

I said nothing. I knew very well that wedding would never happen.

We were chatting when the door to the private room was pushed open.

Sabrina walked in and sat directly next to Ethan, her eyes full of provocation as she looked at me.

I immediately noticed the hickeys on her neck. I picked up my wine glass and silently took a sip.

As soon as Sabrina entered, the atmosphere in the room instantly turned cold.

She'd always liked bullying people in high school. The one she bullied most severely was Ethan.

No one welcomed Sabrina:

"Sabrina, we didn't invite you. What are you doing here?"

"Exactly. After what you did back then, you still have the nerve to see us?"

Ethan sat in his seat, frowning, saying nothing.

Sabrina bit her lip, her eyes instantly reddening.

The next second, she actually knelt on the floor.

"I just came to see my classmates. I was young and made mistakes. I'm a sinner and I've been punished. If you think I was wrong, I apologize..."

She choked up, tears sliding down her cheeks. "But you can't insult my dignity. I'm not a mistress!"