Chapter 1

Ethan was famously cold and arrogant, a man who never bent his knee to anyone.

Yet, he would willingly drop to one knee just to change my shoes.

He always said my ankle had an old injury and would ache if I stood for too long.

So, in the trunk of his car, there was always a pair of white sneakers kept just for me.

Everyone joked that Ethan spoiled me so much that I had lost the ability to take care of myself.

He didn't care at all. He would just wrap his arm around me and smile.

"I spoiled her. Anyone got a problem with that?"

That was until his childhood friend, Chloe, whose family had just gone bankrupt, moved into our home.

Tonight, at the end of the charity gala, Chloe sprained her ankle.

I was about to ask someone to bring over some slippers, but Ethan had already knelt down. He slid my exclusive white sneakers onto Chloe's feet.

"If you give me these shoes, Olivia won't be mad, right?"

Ethan didn't even look up. His tone was incredibly casual.

"They're just shoes. She's not that petty."

"Chloe's ankle is swollen. Just deal with it tonight, Olivia. I'll buy you new ones tomorrow. You can have as many pairs as you want."

The chill of the marble floor seeped through the thin soles of my high heels.

He took it for granted that because we were married, my things were his to give away.

But he forgot.

The person whose shoes were taken... her feet hurt, too.