Chapter 3

For several days, Ethan didn't come home.

I contacted a lawyer to draft divorce papers.

During this time, Lauren called.

I answered, just about to speak.

From the other end came the ambiguous sounds of lips and tongues intertwining.

After some rustling, Lauren's usually gentle voice carried a hint of seduction.

"Raina, don't misunderstand. Ethan had too much to drink and mistook me for you."

"He's been at my place these past few days. Once he calms down, he'll come home. Don't worry."

Her tone carried barely concealed smugness.

I felt no emotion whatsoever and calmly hung up.

Over these years, similar situations had happened frequently.

Ethan and I had been together for so many years, the model couple in everyone's eyes.

Lauren was my best friend since childhood, crying and laughing with me.

I'd always considered them the two most important people in my life.

But I never noticed anything wrong between them. They'd played me for a fool all along.

I started packing, preparing to move out.

That evening, Ethan brought Lauren home.

As soon as they entered, he first helped Lauren take off her coat.

Then he knelt down and personally put slippers on her feet.

As if he'd done it countless times, his movements were completely natural.

Meeting my gaze, Ethan paused.

"Raina, today's your birthday. I brought Lauren to celebrate with you."

"You should have calmed down by now, right?"

Lauren walked over and took my hand, smiling gently.

"Raina, happy birthday!"

"I specially made you a cake."

I looked at the cake in her hands, remembering the post she'd made this morning:

[Made a cake for that idiot. I specially added peanut bits that she's allergic to.]

[Haven't seen her swell up like a pig in a while. Kind of miss it.]

Right now, the smile on her face was sickeningly fake.

I coldly shook off her hand.

"Get out. You're not welcome here."

Lauren's eyes instantly reddened, and she lowered her head, looking lost.

Ethan grabbed my hand and dragged me aside, his voice icy.

"What's your problem? If you don't want to celebrate, just say so. Why take it out on other people!"

I looked into his eyes and said seriously:

"Then let's get divorced."

He was clearly stunned.

"What did you say?"