Chapter 2

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They walked in.

I sat there on the bed, numbly calling out, "Ethan."

He didn't speak.

I scrambled out of bed, but tripped and fell into his arms.

Inexplicable misery made my nose sting.

His breathing was a little ragged, and he said helplessly, "Sarah, can you not move around so much when you can't see?"

Vivian next to him clearly wasn't happy.

Ethan quickly let go of me, and Vivian kissed him hard on the face, as if showing off.

She stuck her tongue out at me.

Then, as if remembering something, she silently said to Ethan, "I forgot, she's blind."

Subconsciously, I didn't let them know I could see.

Ethan frowned and looked at Vivian tenderly.

I didn't expect Vivian to take the initiative to hug him and kiss him passionately in front of me.

Ethan hesitated, as if saying this wasn't right.

Vivian pouted, "She can't see anyway. Don't you want to spice things up?"

My eyes were red and swollen, and I clenched my fists.

The next second, they actually fell onto the bed, Ethan kissing her passionately.

I panicked, "Ethan, what are you doing?"

Vivian knelt down, paused in a certain position, and stared at me playfully. He groaned.

"No...nothing...I...I'm packing...I accidentally hit my leg."

I gritted my teeth, staring at them.

But they were particularly oblivious, until later, when he was eagerly taking her clothes off.

Vivian's expression was hazy, and she took a selfie with her phone, giggling.

Ethan wanted to continue, but his phone kept ringing, so he stopped.

I squeezed my fists tightly.

He walked past me, holding Vivian, and frowned.

I fell to the floor with a loud thud.

He just frowned at me and walked away without looking back.

The other Ethan stood at the door and lowered his voice, "Ethan, isn't this too much!"

Ethan's voice was cold, "Andrew, why are you being soft on this kind of woman? The colder you are, the more she clings to you."

"Okay, Vivian and I are getting our marriage license the day after tomorrow. Bring her to the courthouse too. Consider it her punishment!"

He lowered his head and kissed Vivian.

The other man hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

Ethan held Vivian and left the house without looking back.

All the color drained from my face.

Fake Ethan walked in and gently helped me up from the floor, "Sarah, you're still so childish. The floor is cold, get up quickly."

He had the exact same face as Ethan, but his personality was completely different.

At this moment, I felt a little dazed.

Which Ethan did I like?

Even after he fell asleep next to me, I couldn't sleep. I took my phone and went into the bathroom.

My eyes, which had regained their sight, were still a little unaccustomed to the light.

I tremblingly scrolled through my phone and discovered that Vivian had sent me countless messages.

They were all selfies of her and Ethan in bed.

Ethan, always so proud, willingly became her puppy.

He allowed her to leave hickeys on his neck.

He also allowed her to leave lipstick marks on his white shirt.

But I clearly remembered that when I accidentally got a little dirt on his clothes, he gave me the cold shoulder for three whole days!

My tears fell silently.

The more I scrolled, the more painful the photos became.

One of them was a video.

After clicking on it, she and Ethan were kissing passionately, Ethan's hand roaming over her body.

Her clingy voice rang out, "Ethan, what about your little girlfriend? Do you love me or her?"

Ethan's voice, thick with desire, coaxed her.

"Vivian, you're the only one I'll ever love. She's just a toy for my needs. Now I've given her to my brother."

Satisfied with his answer, Vivian giggled. The next second, Ethan smiled and knelt down.

Seeing these videos, my body went cold.

Finally, she triumphantly declared: "Sarah, the one who isn't loved is the third wheel. You're out."

I silently watched these messages, suddenly understanding.