Chapter 3

In our three years of marriage, Ethan had never set foot in the kitchen. But there he was, wearing an apron, making soup.

"Come try it! My brother's chicken soup is delicious. Whenever I'm feeling down, one sip of his soup makes me feel better instantly!"

Yesterday she called me a slut, and now she was beaming at me, showing off how attentive Ethan was to her.

And Ethan acted like nothing had happened. "You're up? Come sit."

I took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the anger and pain surging in my chest, and immediately called my new assistant. "Prepare breakfast for me and have it on my desk by nine sharp."

I turned and left without hesitation.

Behind me, I heard Raven complaining. "I was trying to make peace with her, and this is how she acts! Fine, don't eat it. You made it for me anyway."

On the way to the office, I contacted my brother.

"I want a divorce."

"Are you joking?"

I gripped my purse tightly. "I'm not joking."

My brother asked in disbelief, "Did Ethan... agree? He went through so much trouble to marry you..."

I interrupted impatiently. "His opinion doesn't matter. I'm the one who wants to divorce him."

"Alright. One month. I'll have everything prepared for you."

I tossed my phone aside. On this humiliating morning, I made my decision.

I'd let Ethan have his manipulative little sister.

After the morning meeting, Ethan sent a large bouquet of my favorite yellow roses.

I glanced at them and tossed them to my new assistant. "Here, they're yours."

I pulled out a card and tucked it into my assistant's shirt pocket. "The breakfast suited my taste perfectly. Consider this a bonus."

The assistant smiled and accepted it without hesitation. "Thank you, boss."

Ethan watched him leave calmly, then pressed me against the desk. "You know how to make me angry, so you're deliberately getting revenge?"

I laughed coldly. "If I wanted revenge, I wouldn't have given him a card just now. I would've given him the key to my private villa."

Ethan looked helpless. "I canceled all my meetings today to come see you. Are you still angry?"

He pulled me into his arms. "Natalie, what exactly are you angry about?"

I almost laughed out loud.

I'd been furious all night, and he had no idea what I was angry about?

I showed him my phone.

It was a friend request from Raven.

Her profile picture had just been changed this morning.

In the photo, she was still wearing Ethan's shirt from this morning, making a cute face while surrounded by a sea of yellow roses.

"The breakfast you made was for her, not specifically for me. We've been married for three years, and you've never cooked before."

"The flowers---you sent me a bouquet, so she pestered you for an entire field of them. Am I wrong?"

Ethan was silent for a moment before saying, "If it's because of these things, I can cook specifically for you tonight. I can send you..."

I angrily cut him off. "Enough! Ethan! Don't you understand? Raven has crossed the line! And you---you've enabled her crossing the line, enabled her to cause havoc between us!"

Ethan looked incredulous. "Natalie, what are you talking about? Raven is just my sister."

I laughed coldly. "I'm also my brother's sister. But I don't walk around my brother and sister-in-law's house in such a short nightgown. I don't need my brother to coax me to sleep when I'm in my twenties. And I certainly don't leave bite marks on my brother's collarbone."

Ethan froze, instinctively touching his collarbone.

"Last night, did you think I didn't see?"

Ethan explained with a mixture of exasperation and amusement. "She's been like that since she was little. She loves to bite people."

I waved my hand to cut him off. "Enough. I don't want to hear about your past. Don't forget---she's not your biological sister."

Ethan fell silent.

"She's not. But please don't think of us in such a disgusting way."

I laughed in fury and pushed him away.

"Get out. Now."

But Ethan's lips curved upward.

He leaned in close, eyes smiling. "Natalie, it's been so many years. It's rare to see you jealous over me."

"I'll remind her to watch her behavior."

"Don't be angry anymore, okay?"

He knew best how to soothe my temper.

But just as I was about to say something, Ethan's phone rang.

The caller ID read "Raven."