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Chapter 5

"How is that possible? You haven't worked in years. You've been depending on Ethan's money. How could you leave him with nothing? I'll be the one living comfortably."

How laughable. The only thing she cared about was Ethan's money, yet Ethan thought she truly loved him.

I looked forward to seeing Ethan's face when he discovered the truth and found himself with nothing.

Just then, the restroom door was pushed open. Ethan stood in the doorway, frowning, his gaze immediately falling on Amelia.

She threw herself into his arms like a frightened deer, tears welling up as she choked out: "Ethan, I don't mind being hurt a little... please don't blame Tara..."

Her performance was incredibly convincing, tears rolling down her lashes and dripping onto his shirt.

I watched this scene with cold eyes, feeling nothing but disgust.

Ethan immediately embraced her, his voice gentle: "You're always like this, putting yourself last, only thinking of others. Don't cry."

Then he looked up, his eyes sharp as they fixed on me: "Tara, how could you do this? If you want to take it out on someone, take it out on me! Amelia is still so young, so innocent. She hasn't experienced any hardships. Why treat her this way?"

I couldn't help but laugh coldly: "Young? Yes, she's young, so she can brazenly wreck a marriage and destroy a family? And you, Ethan, you're stupider than I ever imagined."

Amelia shrank in his arms, but I caught a flash of triumph in her eyes. I realized that instead of crying and pleading, I should grip my weapons and prepare to fight back.

I stopped arguing and simply turned to leave the restroom. The hallway lights were cold and white, falling on me like armor.

Lucy stood in the distance, watching me with complex eyes. She said quietly: "Tara, you're too calm. If it were me, I would have flipped that table already."

I raised the corner of my lips in a meaningful smile: "Why flip it? Evidence is more useful than tears and anger."

"Sorry for ruining your birthday party. Should we hit the bar for round two? My treat."

"Are you okay?" Lucy looked at me with concern.

"Of course. Consider it celebrating my upcoming return to single life," I said to Lucy with a smile.

I told my mother about my plans to divorce. After hearing about my marriage, she sighed: "Well, Tara, I've always wanted you to be happy. I never thought your marriage would fail too. But whatever you decide, I support you. However, we must fight for Bella's custody."

"Don't worry, Mom. I'll do my best."