Chapter 6

Sera Hayes' POV

Three days left until I leave.

Ethan hadn't returned for two days.

I learned from the news that Lana had cried and thrown a fit on the hospital rooftop, insisting she was useless and unworthy of the excellent Ethan Knight, and she wanted to jump.

Ethan had stayed on the rooftop, trying to persuade her, eventually rushing into the rain to rescue the distraught Lana, then taking her for psychological counseling.

Netizens were moved by their "great love story."

I gave a self-mocking laugh.

Suddenly, I heard the sound of the door opening.

Ethan was back.

He must have immediately seen the divorce agreement I'd placed on the table.

"Sera!"

I heard Ethan roar, followed by a rush of footsteps. He stormed up to the second-floor bedroom.

In the bedroom, I was sitting at my dressing table, calmly tidying the last few pieces of jewelry. Hearing the commotion, I turned, my expression composed as I looked at the furious Ethan.

"What is the meaning of this?" Ethan slammed the divorce agreement onto the dressing table, his eyes bloodshot, like an enraged beast. "Divorce? Who gave you permission to suggest divorce?!"

I glanced at the crumpled paper, my voice calm, without a ripple. "I've already signed it. I'm leaving with nothing, you don't need to give me any assets. Let's make time tomorrow to finalize the divorce."

"I don't agree!" Ethan grabbed my wrist, his grip so strong it felt like my bones would shatter. "Sera, what exactly are you trying to do? I told you Lana is just a patient, I'm just doing my duty! Do you have to push me at a time like this?"

"I'm not pushing you." I met his eyes directly, no longer seeing the love I once held, only a dead calm. "I'm helping you. Ethan, I'm tired. I don't want to play this three-way game anymore."

"You're the only one I love!" Ethan panicked.

He abruptly pulled me into his arms, holding me tightly, his voice trembling slightly. "Sera, don't be like this. I was wrong. I shouldn't have left you alone in the room, shouldn't have ignored your injury. You can hit me, scold me, just don't mention divorce, okay?"

He thought I was just angry, that if he just sweet-talked me, I would forgive him as before.

"Ethan..."

A weak voice suddenly spoke from the bedroom doorway.

Ethan stiffened, abruptly turning his head.

Lana, wearing a hospital gown, stood weakly at the door, holding a piece of paper. Seeing us embracing, tears instantly welled up in her eyes.

"Lana? How did you get out of the hospital?" Ethan instinctively let go of me and walked towards Lana.

Lana held up the paper in her hand, her voice trembling. "I came back to the villa to get something, and I saw this in the study drawer... Ethan, you and Ms. Hayes... you're married?"

It was a copy of our marriage certificate.

Ethan's face instantly changed. He had kept the marriage certificate well hidden, never expecting Lana to find it.

"Lana, let me explain..."

"You lied to me!" Lana burst into heartbroken sobs, pointing at me. "You're clearly married, so why did you propose to me? Why did you give me hope? What am I? A mistress breaking up someone else's family?!"

"No, Lana, don't get agitated!" Ethan frantically tried to soothe her.

But Lana abruptly pushed him away, rushed to me, grabbed my collar, and screamed hysterically. "It's you, isn't it? You're clinging to Ethan! You know he loves me, why are you monopolizing the position of his wife? You hussy!"

I coldly watched her performance, then shoved her hand away. "Ms. Bellweather, getting too deep into character isn't fun. Didn't you already know?"

Lana froze, then suddenly slapped herself across the face, and then fell backward, landing heavily on the floor.

"My heart..." Lana clutched her chest, painfully curling up on the ground, gasping for air, her face instantly turning bluish-purple.

"Lana!" Ethan roared in anger, rushing over to scoop Lana into his arms.

He turned, glaring fiercely at me, his eyes filled with rage and disappointment. "Sera! Why did you push her?! You know her heart is weak and she can't handle shock! If anything happens to Lana, I will never forgive you!"

I stood there, watching Ethan protect Lana as if she were a precious treasure, watching him unhesitatingly pin a fabricated crime on me.

I suddenly felt incredibly light.

"She won't die," I said, looking down at them. "But Ethan, we're over."

Ethan had no time to ponder my words. He picked up Lana and rushed downstairs like a madman, driving straight to the hospital.

The villa fell silent once more.

I walked to the dressing table, smoothed out the crumpled divorce agreement, and picked up my suitcase.