Let him and Scarlet enjoy life as a "hardworking part-time couple."
Noticing I was still on my phone, Ethan grew even more agitated.
"Celeste Marlowe, don’t you think you’ve done anything wrong?"
"I, Ethan, can’t accept a girl as domineering and unreasonable as you. If you know you’re wrong, then apologize to Scarlet right now and make it up to her, or else I..."
"What are you going to do?" I asked coldly.
Ethan thought I was afraid, and raised his voice.
"If you don’t apologize, I’ll break up with you!"
In the past, just hearing the words “break up” would have made me cave instantly.
After all, he saved me from those gangsters two years ago. I’d always obeyed him out of gratitude for that.
But after experiencing a strange and untimely death in my previous life, I was no longer a girl who saw nothing but love.
"Then break up," I said without hesitation.
Lifting my gaze from the phone screen to his face, I continued,
"Fine, we’ll break up. Since you’re so offended by my money, you must not value it at all. In that case, return the 300,000 dollars I spent on you over the years. Transfer it back—now."
He stiffened at first when I mentioned breaking up, but when I brought up money, he suddenly relaxed.
He thought I was just bluffing—acting out of emotion, playing hard to get.
After all, I’d always been generous to him. There was no way I’d really ask for my money back.
Putting on an act, he said,
"Fine, I’ll return it. I don’t need your money anyway."
But Scarlet, who had used that money to imitate me, was immediately upset.
"No! Brother Ethan, you can’t give her anything! You’re dating—why should she take money back from you?!"
"And didn’t you spend money on her when you were together? Probably even more than she did on you! She’s asking for 300,000? You'd better tally everything so she doesn’t take advantage."
Ethan knew exactly how much he’d spent. He felt guilty, but kept pretending to be noble.
"It’s alright, Scarlet. Celeste’s my girlfriend. If she wants it, I’ll give it to her."
He even winked at me while speaking, as if asking me to let it slide—again.
In the past, I would’ve stayed silent for the sake of his pride.
But this time, I opened the gift record on my phone.
"You gave me a rose in May 2023, a silver earring in August, and a ceramic bowl in October. That’s everything I received in three years. The total value? Maybe 500 dollars…"
Then I looked up at him again.