When the Champagne Tower Fell.

Summary

Eight months pregnant, and Ethan decided to throw a divorce party for his first love, Chloe.

He insisted I personally build a sixteen-tier champagne tower.

When the party started, Chloe deliberately knocked over the tower, cutting her finger in the process.

"Ethan, where did you hire these workers? They're as stupid as pigs."

Ethan shot me a dark look.

Chloe smirked.

"You know, Ava," she said, turning to me, "now that you mention it, you do kind of resemble a sow."

Shaking with anger, I slapped her across the face and demanded an apology.