She pressed her handkerchief on her nose, as though the scent was some kind of toxin.

A flicker of emotion crossed Ethan’s face. He stared down at the three of us in silence.

No one knows better than Ethan how much I love him.

There’s no way I’d ever be with another man behind his back.

But in this situation, even with ten mouths, I couldn’t explain myself.

Seeing this, Samantha nestled into Ethan’s arms like a spoiled child and said sweetly, “Mr. Lawson, you can’t judge someone by appearance. Grace may look classy, but maybe she’s hiding a new lover!”

In just a few words, she clearly implied, “Ethan, she’s been cheating on you.”

He was so furious, he actually laughed. The chill in his eyes was like a blade: “Really? Then you three enjoy yourselves.”

With that, he walked off. Samantha clung to his arm, but turned back and smiled at me smugly.

Jason and the other man exchanged a glance. Their bodies were already aroused, but the boss’s words made them hesitate.

“Forget it, sweetheart. I’ll let Jason have fun next time. You’re lucky today.”

I didn’t know where the two of them had gone. It was getting dark, and going down the mountain alone was even more dangerous. Trembling, I stood and rejoined the main group.

Ethan stood at a distance. His anxious face was easy to spot. Though he held Samantha close, his smiles were forced and mechanical.

When he saw me slowly approaching, the gloom on his face faded. He gave me a once-over, then walked away satisfied.

That evening, everyone sat around the campfire playing games.

Ethan cooled a piece of food with care and brought it to my lips.

I stared blankly before responding, “Thanks. But I’m allergic to mushrooms.”

I didn’t throw a tantrum like I used to—we simply kept our distance in silence.

Ethan stiffened, then snapped, “What the hell? When did you become so dramatic?”

He tossed the food into the trash, then began feeding Samantha, bite by bite, as though showing me how sweet she was.

“Mr. Lawson, do you think Grace will be mad at you for this?” Samantha said lightly, though pride practically radiated off her.

“She? Who cares what she thinks.” Ethan glanced at me, clearly fishing for a reaction.

If this had been before, I might’ve cried, thrown a fit, or even threatened to kill myself.

But now, seeing their little act, I just find it absurdly amusing.

The others, noticing my silence, hurried to flatter: “Mr. Lawson is so thoughtful! He’s really husband material!”

“Yes, yes! I remember when Samantha burned her hand—President Lawson was so worried, he rushed out to buy ointment and soothed her personally!”

“Super sweet! I remember helping Mr. Lawson clean his desk once. In the photo frame was a picture of him and Samantha. Such a loving pair~”

Samantha blushed and buried herself in Ethan’s arms, playing coy.

Ethan quickly hugged her, waved off the teasing, then looked my way with a smug challenge in his eyes.

But my thoughts had already drifted to the past.

I remembered when we were dating—I stayed up late to make him sobering soup. I spilled some, and the burn hurt so badly it brought me to tears.

When I woke him, he just snapped impatiently, called me “clumsy,” and rolled over.

As for that photo frame—every time I went to work, I saw that the two people in the picture were clearly me and Ethan.

It seemed that every time I left, he rushed to replace it with one of him and Samantha—luring the tiger away and playing obediently.

I felt dizzy from the fire’s heat, and the people nearby kept inhaling the smoke. I made an excuse and stepped aside for some air.

I heard footsteps behind me. Turning around, I saw Samantha.

Tilting her head, she said, “Grace, you smell amazing. Just like Mr. Lawson said—did you use that scent to seduce him?”

I frowned and stayed silent.

“Jason and the others dared to touch you. Guess why? And who gave them the go-ahead?

Mr. Lawson said himself he’d let someone else have fun with you. Grace, you’re so pretty tonight—it’s no wonder they couldn’t resist~”

I froze, suddenly recalling what Ethan said before we left: “Dress up nicely.”

Then, I curled my lips into a sneer—so there was a reason behind everything.

After Samantha left, Ethan arrived.

His face was dark, like I had done something unforgivable.

I didn’t want to meet his eyes. I feared I’d throw up if I looked at him any longer.

“What are you mad about? Because you forgot you're allergic to mushrooms? I’m swamped every day—how can I keep track of that?”

I said nothing, expression cold.

“Grace, haven’t I been good to you? But this afternoon, when you flirted behind my back, you weren’t so upset!”

He cursed under his breath and angrily kicked a stone into the bushes, frustration showing on his face.

I stared blankly at his back.

I still remember when he promised he’d always protect me. For five years, I forgave him again and again because of that promise.

But now, he’d crushed the last of my dignity.

I stayed silent as he walked farther and farther away.

The next day at home, I saw a message from my senior—my visa was being processed, the flight was booked, and he told me to enjoy myself.

I thanked him for the kindness, then took out my suitcase and began to pack.

Ethan walked in, frowning as he watched me. “What’s this supposed to mean? You’re running away now?”

I knew no amount of explaining would matter. I opened my mouth but no words came out.

Forget it. Let him think about what he wants.

Bit by bit, my things disappeared from the bedroom. Ethan grew restless, angrily messing up the clothes I had folded.

I looked at him and gave up completely.

Even arguing with him now just made me feel exhausted.

Seeing me pause, Ethan looked pleased—but was quickly distracted by a ringtone.

That notification wasn’t ordinary—it was a custom alert he had set.

The next second, Ethan smiled down at his phone. “Okay, my little princess, just wait~”

He glanced at my calm face, and the smile vanished.

“Today’s Samantha’s birthday. Go to the mall and pick out a gift for her. I’ve transferred the money.”

I looked down, momentarily stunned by the large amount he sent me.

So this is how generous Ethan can be to someone he actually likes.

He once gave me a $2.50 postcard from a gift shop—and I treasured it like gold.

I nodded and agreed.

Before leaving, I looked up at his face and said evenly, “The documents on my desk—sign them when you can.”

I chose the most dazzling emerald necklace in the store for Samantha. The clerk smiled and asked who it was for.

I paused for two seconds before replying, “My boyfriend’s new girlfriend.”

I don’t even feel jealous now—just a little sad.

I handed the necklace to Ethan myself.

I told him to give it to Samantha in person—to show how much he cared.

Ethan looked at me, stunned. His face darkened immediately: “I know.”

I didn’t understand why he was angry. I just sighed, realizing that the more I talked, the more mistakes I made.

I took a breath and gave a practiced, polite smile as I looked up. “Then I’ll leave first. Goodbye.”

Without glancing back, I gently pushed the door open and walked out.

Perhaps Ethan never imagined that after this goodbye, we would become strangers for good.

I took a taxi to the airport. My senior had listened to me and rescheduled my flight to today.

He asked curiously why I was in such a rush. I simply smiled and said, “I want to start a new life.”

Along the way, my phone kept ringing. It turned out to be Ethan.

When I answered, Samantha’s excited voice came through the line: “Ethan, you’re the best~ This necklace is so pretty~”

She was thrilled—she even changed what she called him.

Ethan replied gently, “Thanks for picking it out. She really likes it.”

Ironically, the most civil conversation between us now was: “Glad she does.”

There was a short pause. Just as I was about to hang up, I heard Ethan’s slightly irritated voice: “Don’t you have anything else to say?”

I looked at the setting sun and calmly replied, “Yes. Let’s break up.”

I scrolled through my phone, replying one by one to birthday greetings from friends and relatives, then turned off the phone and waited for my flight.

Ethan never remembered that today was my birthday.

Sadly, he never got the chance to celebrate it with me.

……

In a foreign land and unfamiliar city, my senior warmly welcomed me with a bright smile: “Welcome to the team!”

I held his hand with gratitude.

Once I had settled in, I turned on my phone and was flooded with new messages.

Most of them, surprisingly, were from Ethan.

There were countless missed calls and texts—more than he’d sent in our five-year relationship.

“Grace, where are you? What do you mean, break up?”

“Your phone’s off. Can we talk face-to-face?”

“Is this because I celebrated Samantha’s birthday? I never thought you’d be so petty.”

……

“Grace! What’s with this resignation letter? You’re quitting?”

“Where are you going?! I won’t accept this! Explain yourself!”

“Grace, I’m giving you two hours to call me back! Or else, you’ll face the consequences!”

……

“Where are you? I can’t find you anywhere.”

That last message came just three minutes ago.

I moved my fingers, deleted him from my contacts, and wiped out everything related to him.

A nosy coworker sent me a message: “When Mr. Lawson came in today, the whole office went quiet… He looked like he was searching for you.”

“Grace, where are you?! Mr. Lawson’s face was dark and his eyes were red… What happened between you two?”

The Ethan in the video looked unkempt. He clearly hadn’t slept in days. He snapped at everyone, like he’d tear the company apart to find me.

“You resigned?! Then you missed a bombshell!

Samantha wore her new necklace to the market. Mr. Lawson saw it, tore it off her neck, and threw it far away. She’s still crying…”

I replied to a few close colleagues, blocked everything related to Ethan, and fully immersed myself in this new life.

A week later, one of my coworkers flooded me with messages: “OMG! Your video with Ethan just went viral!”