Chapter 4

"Still acting! You're not worth a thousand dollars even if we sold you!"

"Strip her!"

The security guard immediately reached out to tear my clothes.

Some people even started livestreaming, declaring they'd show everyone what happens to mistresses!

Just as my clothes were about to be torn open, a Maybach stopped at the neighborhood entrance.

A refined, detached voice rang out, carrying a hint of helplessness.

"Didn't I say not to make this a big scene?"

Ethan stood with one hand on the car door, only slightly frowning, yet everyone around immediately fell silent.

Lily nestled against him like a delicate bird, tugging at his sleeve coquettishly.

"Ethan, this woman is just too disgusting. She's ruining your reputation in front of all these people. I only did this for you!"

Ethan's expression softened. He stroked her head indulgently.

"You and that temper of yours! Always relying on me to clean up after you, aren't you?"

His indulgent attitude hit me like a sledgehammer.

In our social circle, I'd been famous for being willful and spoiled.

Back then, Ethan had protected me the same way, cleaning up after me at every turn.

He'd once announced in front of everyone, "If anyone bullies you, hit them right back. Let's see who dares touch you!"

All of New York knew that crossing the iron-faced devil Ethan was fine, but crossing Miss Shaw would be the end of you.

I never imagined that the tenderness and devotion that had once belonged only to me, Ethan would now lavish on another woman without hesitation.

My heart turned to dead ashes. My last thread of attachment to Ethan snapped.

Ethan glanced at me, frowning slightly.

"This is the crazy woman you mentioned?"

With my face beaten nearly beyond recognition and my clothes filthy beyond description, he didn't recognize me right away.

Seeing Ethan look at me a couple more times, Lily quickly recaptured his attention.

"That's the little bitch! I was about to livestream and show everyone what happens to mistresses!"

Ethan looked away indifferently and nodded.

"Have someone else do it. Don't dirty your hands."

Lily was triumphant, clinging to him relentlessly.

"This bitch was bold enough to claim she's Mrs. Quinn!"

Ethan's entire aura turned frigid.

"Aurora is my wife. Anyone who dares defile her name is asking for death!"

Seeing Ethan truly angry, Lily's face flashed with distortion and resentment. She quickly changed the subject.

"I was just speaking casually. Anyway, let's go home. Didn't you say you'd cook for me?"

She shot a look, and those who'd paused their actions immediately pounced on me, tearing at my clothes.

I struggled desperately, my throat producing hoarse cries for help.

Ethan wrapped his arm around Lily's slender waist. As he passed me, he didn't even glance in my direction.

I touched my slightly swollen belly and shed tears of regret.

Baby, Mommy is sorry. I chose such a heartless, ungrateful father for you!

Perhaps not coming into this world is a blessing for you...

Just as my skirt tore with a loud rip, a long convoy pulled up imposingly at the entrance.

The crowd exclaimed in surprise.

"Who is this? Their entrance is even more impressive than the Quinns!"

"That color Rolls-Royce—there's only one in the country!"

Ethan stopped in his tracks too.

Seeing who stepped out of the car, his expression changed. He let go of Lily and hurried forward.

"Why did you come..."

SLAP!

A clear handprint immediately appeared on Ethan's face. The surroundings fell utterly silent.