Chapter 2

Anna's POV

Morning sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows onto the kitchen island.

I held a cup of black coffee, head down as I revised next season's menu in my notebook. My expression was focused and cold, as if last night's betrayal that had exploded across the internet didn't exist at all.

The sound of the security code unlocking came from the front door.

Ethan walked in carrying the cool air of Bordeaux and a barely noticeable sweet perfume scent.

He stood at the entrance, his gaze sweeping over the quiet living room, his brow furrowing almost imperceptibly.

He removed his suit jacket and walked to the island, looking down at me from his height.

"I'm back." He spoke with a testing tone that also carried his usual arrogance.

I didn't even lift my head, just crossed out a line in the recipe. "Mm."

He laughed coldly and grabbed my chin, forcing me to look up at him. "You saw the news? You finally understand that making scenes doesn't work?"

I looked at this familiar yet strange face, my eyes showing no ripple of emotion.

"The winery is just an investment for Sinclair Group. Chloe's image is perfect for brand ambassador. Don't overthink it." He released my chin, explaining naturally.

"I'm not overthinking." I lowered my eyes and continued reading the menu.

"Good." Ethan drummed his fingers on the counter, his tone brooking no argument.

"Tomorrow is Chloe's twenty-fourth birthday. She's always admired you and wants to try your cooking. Clear out L'Éternité's VIP room, create a special menu personally, and throw her a birthday party."

He wanted his wife to personally cook for his mistress in the restaurant that had just earned three Michelin stars.

This was grinding my dignity into the ground.

Ethan stared at me intently, as if waiting for me to explode.

However, my hand holding the pen only paused for one second before I continued writing the menu as if nothing had happened.

"Alright." My voice was as calm as stagnant water. "I'll arrange the menu."

Ethan froze.

"As long as you behave, the position of Mrs. Sinclair will always be yours." He smiled with satisfaction.

I pulled out a thick stack of documents from beside me and pushed them toward him.

"This is the authorization for next quarter's imported premium ingredients. As the controlling shareholder, you need to sign."

Ethan didn't even look. He simply pulled out his fountain pen and signed his name at the bottom of each page.

"Just decide these small matters yourself from now on. Don't bother me with them." After signing, he pushed the documents back and turned toward the bathroom.

I quietly watched his retreating figure, then flipped to the third page from the back.

It was a drafted divorce agreement.

In the property division section, I'd chosen to leave with nothing except the restaurant brand I'd created before marriage. And in the lower right corner, Ethan's signature was clear and glaring.

The ink wasn't yet dry. Just like our marriage, finally reaching its end.

That evening, L'Éternité's VIP room was brilliantly lit.

Ethan sat at the head of the table with Chloe nestled beside him, surrounded by several of Ethan's friends. Everyone wore mocking expressions, waiting for me to appear.

Everyone knew my terrible temper. They were certain I'd cause a scene at tonight's banquet.