On Ethan Sterling's twenty-eighth birthday, someone gifted him a woman right in front of my face. Abandoning my usual gentleness, I smashed my wine glass, wrecked the banquet, and left home with my luggage alone. Everyone said the destitute Mrs. Sterling wouldn't last three days and would come back begging. Ethan didn't care at all: "An orphan girl, where can she go without the Sterling family?" But countless three days passed, and some even suspected I had died out there. Ethan called me for the first time, only to find the number was no longer in service. Later, at a famous painter's exhibition, a portrait of a side profile made Ethan lose his composure. He offered an astronomical price to buy the painting. Lucas Miller smiled apologetically: "This is the portrait of my wife I'm most satisfied with. I can't bear to part with it." 1 It was Ethan Sterling's twenty-eighth birthday party. I wore the most exquisite and beautiful gown, appearing on Ethan's arm. As soon as we walked down the steps, Ethan let go of my hand and left me there. Everyone's gaze followed Ethan. I was forgotten in the corner. People presented gifts to Ethan one after another. He signaled the butler to put them away with a faint expression. Until someone presented a beautiful woman. Everyone's eyes turned back to me. Sympathy, amusement, mockery. Over the years, I had seen too many of these malicious gazes. Ethan's originally expressionless face showed a moment of daze. That beauty looked too much like his dead first love. "Giving me a woman in front of Mrs. Sterling, you guys are bold." Ethan smiled playfully. The gift giver flattered: "Mrs. Sterling is generous, I'm sure she won't mind." It wasn't that I wouldn't mind; they just counted on me not daring to mind. An orphan girl raised by the Sterling family. How dare she say "no" to the new head of the Sterling family? Ethan twirled the wedding ring on his finger, smiling: "Since Mrs. Sterling agrees, take her down..." Before Ethan finished speaking, I had already walked a few steps to his side. Looking at the beauty in front of me. The gift giver really put thought into it, knowing exactly what Ethan liked. I suddenly felt a little tired. I seemed unable to listen to Grandma's words anymore to maintain the dignity of Mrs. Sterling. I gently pushed the champagne tower behind me. The beautiful crystals piled up collapsed with a light touch. Broken glass and wine splashed everywhere, and the banquet scene was chaotic. Someone exclaimed: "Mrs. Sterling has gone crazy!" 2 I ruined Ethan's birthday party. But he didn't seem to care much. The butler had already arranged for the guests to leave, and servants were cleaning up the mess. That beauty was kept, standing quietly beside Ethan. Even her personality seemed very much like Ethan's first love. In comparison, I really seemed crazy. Ethan played with the beauty's fingers in one hand, looking at me and speaking casually. "Why so angry? "If you don't want to see her, I'll let her live outside. "Don't worry, I swore to Grandma that I would never touch your position as Mrs. Sterling." The woman beside him also spoke to persuade me. "Mrs. Sterling, why be angry? A man like Mr. Sterling wouldn't have just one woman. "I just admire Mr. Sterling and won't affect your status." I took off the ring on my hand. Placed it on the table in front of Ethan. He raised an eyebrow. "Returning the ring to you." Ethan picked up the ring and tossed it into the air. The diamond ring flashed brilliantly and fell back into his hand. He threw it backward to the woman behind him: "For you. Mrs. Sterling throws away a ring worth millions just like that." Ethan stood up and sneered, instructing the butler. "Find a few teachers to teach Mrs. Sterling etiquette. I don't want to see such rude things again in the future." He walked a few steps and turned back. Threw his own ring on the ground. The ring rolled on the ground and stopped at my feet. "Since you don't want the ring, throw them all away." 3 Ethan left with the people. The roar of the car engine leaving was particularly obvious in the night. The butler sighed beside me: "Madam, why provoke Mr. Sterling? You know he has resentment towards you." I picked up the ring at my feet and threw it into the trash can. "Uncle Chen, go busy yourself, don't worry about me." The butler sighed and left. I went upstairs alone, took off the complicated and exquisite gown. Changed into a white T-shirt, found a suitcase, and took out all the clothes belonging to me from the closet. Other couples quarrel and can consider divorce agreements. But my connection with Ethan was so shallow that only a ring remained. No one would have thought that for the wedding of the century that caused a sensation in the city, the bride and groom didn't even have a marriage certificate. I still remember what Ethan said at the wedding. "Only Sarah's name can be on my household register. Ava, you shouldn't have married me." But what could I do? I still married him, married the person I liked for seven years in my girlhood. Thinking that one day I could move him. But in the end, I lived as Mrs. Sterling in name only in everyone's eyes. When I dragged my luggage out, the whole villa was quiet. Just like the rainy night when Grandma just brought me back. Thirteen-year-old Ethan stood on the stairs, looking at me coldly. But turned to the kitchen. Brought me a cup of warm milk. 4 I booked a flight. Six hours of flight, then three hours of car ride, back to the remote small town in the south. They say people want to return to their roots when they get old. But actually, a homeless person will also miss their hometown very much. Even if there is no relative left in that hometown. I rented a small courtyard in the town. The dialect was familiar yet strange. I was young when I left and had been in North City ever since. I had long forgotten how to speak it. Fortunately, the person living in the courtyard next door was also an outsider, just arrived before me. That day when buying vegetables, I couldn't understand the old lady's dialect, and he helped me out. The next day I made corn fritters to thank him for his help the day before. Only then did I know he was a painter sketching here. He looked like he just graduated from college, radiating enthusiasm and youth. Away from the personnel matters of North City. In such a simple environment, I suddenly realized I was only 25 years old. But because I was in the Sterling family, always holding the airs of Mrs. Sterling. I actually felt like I was old and decrepit. I bought flowers from the street, and the small courtyard was filled with Chinese roses by me. A small rocking chair was placed next to the flower bed. Although a bit simple, everything was to my liking. The garden of the Sterling family was full of yellow roses that Sarah liked, and an expensive piano was placed in the glass flower house. That was specially designed by Ethan for her back then, and no one could touch it. Grandma wanted people to pull out those roses. It caused Ethan to lose his temper. "If the roses are gone, I don't need to return to this home either." No one mentioned this matter again, and Sarah and those roses became a restricted area of the Sterling family.
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