Chapter 6

Chloe POV

Ethan didn't give up.

It seemed he'd poured all his energy into winning me back.

He bought me my favorite art gallery, presenting me with the property deed; he canceled all his engagements, showing up promptly downstairs at my apartment every day, bringing me my favorite pastries from that downtown bakery.

But my reaction remained as cold as ice.

The gallery deed was returned untouched; the pastries were directly tossed into the trash.

"Ethan, what's the point of all this?" I stood by the trash can, looking at Ethan. "What were you doing before? Now you're putting on an act of loving me, it just makes me laugh."

Ethan looked at the scattered pastries in the trash can, a flicker of pain in his eyes.

"Chloe, I know I did a lot of wrong things before," he pleaded humbly. "Please, give me one chance to make it up to you, okay?"

"Make it up?" I laughed. "Alright, then sign the divorce papers right now. That would be the best compensation for me."

Ethan's face instantly darkened. He gritted his teeth, firmly saying, "Anything but divorce."

We were at a standstill.

Until half a month later, I received a call.

It was Ivy.

"Chloe, let's meet," Ivy's voice carried a hint of triumph. "Regarding Ethan, I think we need to talk."

I didn't intend to respond, but I changed my mind. Maybe this was a chance to finally get rid of Ethan.

We met at a secluded private coffee shop.

Ivy wore a white dress, looking very gentle, but her eyes were full of provocation.

"Chloe, don't think that just because Ethan is clinging to you now, he truly loves you," Ivy sipped her coffee slowly. "He's just not over it. After all, you chased him like a loyal dog for so many years, and suddenly you're ignoring him. It's just a man's possessiveness kicking in."

I looked at Ivy expressionlessly. "Are you done? If so, I'm leaving."

"Wait!" Ivy pulled out a document and pushed it towards me. "This is the deed for the mansion Ethan just bought me yesterday. He said it was compensation for me."

I glanced at the property deed, my heart completely unmoved.

"Congratulations then," I stood up. "I hope you two stay together forever. You two deserve each other—a scheming witch and a blind fool. Everyone loves a good show."

Ivy's face changed. She suddenly stood up, picking up the coffee cup on the table and splashing it towards me.

I dodged sideways, the coffee splashing on the hem of my skirt.

Just then, the private room door was violently pushed open.

Ethan strode in, pulling me behind him, glaring darkly at Ivy. "What are you doing?!"

Ivy instantly put on a wronged expression, tears streaming down her face. "Ethan, I just wanted to explain things clearly to Chloe, but she not only insulted me, she also tried to hit me…"

Ethan didn't even look at her, nervously checking my clothes. "Are you hurt?"

I coldly pushed his hand away. "Don't touch me."

I looked at Ethan, my eyes full of mockery. "Mr. Sterling, you certainly have a way. Clinging to me, refusing to divorce, while buying mansions for your mistress. Do you want to have your cake and eat it too?"

Ethan's face went pale. He quickly tried to explain, "Chloe, listen to me, that mansion is…"

"Enough!" I cut him off. "Ethan, I came here today to tell you that I've filed for divorce in court. We'll see each other there."