Chapter 5

But I didn't touch a single penny of the money and jewelry he transferred to me.

Over the years, I've spent all my savings.

Vanessa took his arm:

"Alright, Ethan, you promised to spend Valentine's Day with me today, no cheating allowed."

Ethan affectionately pinched her nose: "Okay, okay, Princess. Only my best friend doesn't mind that you're a tomboy, and will spend Valentine's Day with you every year."

A lump formed in my throat.

For the past few years, Vanessa has always found various reasons to call Ethan away on Valentine's Day.

He had promised to accompany me to get our marriage certificate on Valentine's Day this year.

Ethan looked at me coldly:

“Claire, behave yourself. My company is about to go public and raise funds. My net worth will increase several times over, and you will be able to benefit from it.”

"Since you need an IV drip today, let's postpone getting our marriage certificate until tomorrow. You should also calm down. After all, if we really want to break up, with your background, you won't find a better man than me."

Perhaps it was because he had received several IV drips and hadn't gone to the toilet.

My lower abdomen tightened suddenly, and I grabbed Ethan:

"I need to go to the restroom, but it's inconvenient because I'm on an IV drip. Could you come with me for a few minutes?"

Just as Ethan was about to agree, Vanessa shook off his arm and snorted coldly:

"Ethan, I hate it when people don't keep their word."

“We agreed to leave at nine o’clock. If you make your best friend wait for your fiancée, I’m leaving the country tomorrow and never coming back. That way, she won’t think I’m in her way and make things difficult for me.”

Ethan immediately and impatiently pushed me away:

"Is your other hand just for show? There are plenty of people in the world who can go to the toilet by themselves. You're just making a fuss!"

He left with Vanessa in his arms without looking back.

I lowered my eyes, and a wave of soreness welled up in my nose.

yes.

It's because some patients have no one to accompany them. I clearly have a boyfriend, but he would rather spend Valentine's Day with his girlfriend's best friend than spare a few minutes for me.

That makes it even more pathetic.

But what they didn't see was that Vanessa gave her friend a wink before leaving.

When I arrived at the restroom with the IV drip in my hand, I noticed that the hook on the door was a bit too high.

In addition to being weak after the illness and not having eaten, I had little strength and couldn't reach it even after standing on tiptoe several times.

Just as I was about to go out to find a nurse for help, a man squeezed in.

She was one of Ethan's buddies.

He helped me hang up the IV drip with a smile:

“Oh, Mrs. Shaw is so pitiful. Ethan and Vanessa specifically asked me to come back and help you.”

I felt a vague unease in my heart.

"Thank you, you can leave now."

But the man acted as if he hadn't heard him:

"No, the IV drip is already set up, but you only have one hand, so it's probably inconvenient for you to take off your pants, right?"

"Look how artistically designed these buttons are. They must be really complicated to undo. How about I help you take them off?"

"Since Ethan went with Vanessa, I'll keep you company and have some fun. I'm his buddy, so his woman doesn't need to stand on ceremony with me."