Part 3The Portrait of a Stranger

Ethan left with the people.

The roar of the car engine leaving was particularly obvious in the night.

The butler sighed beside me: "Madam, why provoke Mr. Sterling? You know he has resentment towards you."

I picked up the ring at my feet and threw it into the trash can.

"Uncle Chen, go busy yourself, don't worry about me."

The butler sighed and left.

I went upstairs alone, took off the complicated and exquisite gown.

Changed into a white T-shirt, found a suitcase, and took out all the clothes belonging to me from the closet.

Other couples quarrel and can consider divorce agreements.

But my connection with Ethan was so shallow that only a ring remained.

No one would have thought that for the wedding of the century that caused a sensation in the city, the bride and groom didn't even have a marriage certificate.

I still remember what Ethan said at the wedding.

"Only Sarah's name can be on my household register. Ava, you shouldn't have married me."

But what could I do?

I still married him, married the person I liked for seven years in my girlhood.

Thinking that one day I could move him.

But in the end, I lived as Mrs. Sterling in name only in everyone's eyes.

When I dragged my luggage out, the whole villa was quiet.

Just like the rainy night when Grandma just brought me back.

Thirteen-year-old Ethan stood on the stairs, looking at me coldly.

But turned to the kitchen.

Brought me a cup of warm milk.