The Harrington family had always been strict about upbringing, meaning Ethan rarely resorted to violence, no matter how angry he got.
But in an unprecedented move, he had rushed in to protect Lily, getting into the very first fight of his life.
Protecting Lily was a habit he had cultivated since childhood.
If it hadn't been for that car accident, he likely would have married Lily long ago.
The painful memories suddenly rushed back, and Alaina's face involuntarily surfaced in his mind, his thoughts tangling into a knot that refused to untangle.
After the reception ended and he dropped Lily off, he returned to the villa.
Pushing open the bedroom door, he found no sign of Alaina.
He instinctively walked into the walk-in closet, only to find that everything belonging to her had vanished as well.
The maid mentioned that the missus hadn't been home for days.
She had really left.
He stared at the empty wardrobe section for a long time without saying a word.
For the past three years, Alaina's clothes had only occupied this single section, so spartan it hardly felt like the home of a wealthy wife.
He frequently told her to buy more things she liked.
She always just said she had enough to wear.
She rarely even touched the supplementary bank card he had given her.
That was just how she was—with devastatingly low material desires, acting like some saint who never demanded anything in return.
He turned and walked into the study, spotting the divorce papers and the bank card resting on the desk.
On the very last page of the agreement, her signature and fingerprint were starkly visible.
His face remained entirely expressionless, looking much like an adult crossing his arms while watching an unreasonable child throw a tantrum on the floor for candy, completely unwilling to indulge it.
Fine.
Since she insisted on making things difficult for him, he had no reason to indulge her anymore.

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