Chapter 3

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As soon as he left, I went to his study and opened his laptop. He was usually careful, but his chat history with a "Tina Yang" had been meticulously deleted.

So, it wasn't Tina…

Lately, Ethan couldn't stop talking about a new intern named "Tina," a name he always mentioned with a smile. When I'd asked, he said Tina was a male college graduate.

I sent a friend request to Tina Yang. "I'm from the club. Please accept."

Thirty minutes later, she accepted.

Her first朋友圈 post was from half an hour ago: "Bad cramps, but my boss came to keep me company (blushing). He's warming my tummy with his hands! Best. Boyfriend. Ever!"

The picture showed a man's hand on a woman's stomach, the intimacy undeniable. Ethan had a scar on his index finger, from a fight he'd had defending me. I couldn't mistake it.

I scrolled down, a masochistic urge driving me.

"Couldn't decide which lipstick to get, so my boss bought them all! Who has the best boyfriend? Me!"

"Hee hee! Didn't want takeout, so my boss cooked for me! So sweet!"

Each post had comments from mutual friends.

"Wow, he treats you so well! When's the wedding?"

"Mr. Stone is usually so serious, but he's so attentive to you! You can tell he's smitten!"

"You guys are so cute! Makes me want a boyfriend!"

I thought he was being so secretive, but I was the only one in the dark. I used to be the one he doted on. Now, he was showering another woman with the same affection.

I kept scrolling, the nausea rising. Then I saw a post that broke me:

"Feeling down, so my boss gave me the day off and took me to the amusement park! Don't be too jealous!"

The picture showed Ethan, smiling, with his arm around a girl who looked eerily similar to a younger me.

It was from last year, National Day. The day I'd had a car accident and frantically called Ethan. He'd said, "I'm in a meeting, I can't leave. James will be there soon." I believed him. But he was at an amusement park with his lover.

In the end, it was a client, Alex, who happened to be passing by, who helped me after the accident.

Tears welled up and spilled down my cheeks.

I wiped my eyes and sent Ethan a text. "Ethan, we're over."

The message, as always, went unanswered.

I pulled myself together and threw all my belongings outside the apartment, leaving only my laptop and a few clothes.

As I was leaving, Ethan must have finally seen my text. His calls came flooding in. Even without seeing him, I could sense his panic.