“Babe, don’t you want to be a princess at Disneyland for once?”
“You’d look stunning in a princess dress, and the photos would be amazing.
I’d post them on Instagram to show off my beautiful fairy wife.”
He had looked at me with such anticipation.
And how had I responded?
I was up all night, furiously typing out a business proposal.
Without even glancing at him, I muttered,
“Maybe later. I don’t have time for Disneyland right now.”
He mentioned it a few more times afterward,
but I brushed him off each time until eventually, he stopped asking.
Turns out, he went with someone else instead.
I glanced at the photo with a detached look.
There was Ethan, dressed in a sharp suit, kneeling on one knee with a solemn expression.
Before him stood a girl in a pink princess gown, while crowds cheered all around them.
It looked romantic, even picture-perfect—like a scene straight out of a fairytale love story.
I stared at that photo for a long time in silence.
Emily grew quiet as well, probably thinking I was about to cry.
Instead, I laughed.
“Well, maybe I owe him that much. Let the little girl give him what I couldn’t.”
I clicked my tongue twice.
“What a shame about that ring. I spent five million on our wedding band,
and now it’s just a free gift to that little girl.”
I put down my phone and went right back to organizing the documents I needed for tomorrow’s meeting.
Emily jumped up in disbelief.
“Sophia, you’ve completely lost it. Seriously—your husband is out there cheating and all you care about is a ring?”
I found her nagging tiresome, so I pushed her out of my study.
“Go binge your drama shows.”
For several days straight, I didn’t bother asking Ethan about anything.
On the third day, after closing a deal and finally kicking off my heels,
I was ready to collapse into bed when my secretary knocked on the door.
“Ms. Carter, there’s a girl outside asking to see you.”
At a Starbucks café, Chloe Adams sat across from me, one leg crossed over the other.
Her young face was painted with flawless makeup, her expression dripping with disdain.
“Sophia Carter, I’m sure you know who I am by now.”
She tossed several intimate photos onto the table.
“Ethan loves me.”
“We’ve been together for six months—ninety-two dates, eighty-nine times in bed.
Twenty-eight of those in hotels, and five in your own house.”
Chloe’s tone was triumphant, as if she were the rightful wife.