Chapter 9
When I saw these comments, I immediately called Ethan Chase to confront him:
“Ethan Chase, are you out of your mind?!”
“I told you, I won’t divorce you.”
“Samantha Hayes, you’re just angry because you want the title of an Oscar winner’s wife, right? I’ll give it to you.”
I laughed bitterly, “Chase, can you stop pretending to understand me so well all the time?”
“What else do you want then?”
I smiled coldly, “Think what you want.”
After hanging up, I took photos of the divorce agreement and court summons I had prepared in advance. Then I reposted
Chase’s official announcement on social media, adding:
[Either sign it or show up in court. There’s no other way.]
With that done, I turned off my phone.
Then I drew all the curtains in the mansion, waiting for the day of the lawsuit to arrive.
But I didn’t expect Chase to hire a locksmith that very night, using his status as ‘husband‘ to return home.
He walked in holding pink roses, dressed up, and handed me a handmade dress:
“Sammy, happy fifth anniversary.”
If Chase hadn’t reminded me, I would have forgotten that today was our fifth wedding anniversary.
In the past, not only would I never forget, but I’d start preparing surprises two or three months in advance.
To avoid gifts seeming too materialistic, every year I’d make them by hand.
The first year was a belt, the second year a wallet, the third year a tie, and the fourth year a dress shirt.
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Apart from the first year’s belt and the second year’s wallet, which Chase used for a month or two, he didn’t even glance
at the rest of the gifts before throwing them straight into the trash.
What was it he said back then?
Oh, I remember now.
I tossed the dress into the garbage, speaking with utter disgust:
“An eyesore of vulgar trash. Chase, can you stop polluting my vision with this?”
The man stared at the pale purple in the trash can, his lips trembling:
“Samantha Hayes, you used to love the gifts I gave you.”
I remember one year when Chase, breaking tradition, gave me a necklace.
I wore it with joy to the film awards gala. But then I heard Chloe James’s snide remark:
“Ms. Hayes, that necklace looks so familiar. Oh, I remember now, it’s identical to the one in my trash can.”
No one knew how humiliated I felt at that moment.
When Chase saw this, he joined Chloe James in criticizing me:
“Samantha Hayes, don’t you know your own style? Even if I gave you a custom Bulgari piece, you’d still look like a cheap
imitation wearing it.”
The words ‘cheap imitation‘ were like a red–hot needle, piercing my heart.
But I loved Chase so much back then that even knowing it was Chloe James’s discarded trash, I would have framed it like
a specimen just because Chase had put it on me himself.
But now, Chase’s words reminded me: I deserve better.
“Ethan Chase, as you said, that was in the past.”
“I was blind before, but now, I can see clearly.”
