Chapter 3The Excel Sheet Bride

Couldn't bear it?

It was rare to hear such words from Ethan.

Ethan and I met through a matchmaker. He was young and successful, the youngest associate chief physician at a top hospital, and handsome to boot.

But because he had traditional, difficult parents, he hadn't married. They were controlling and demanded a docile, obedient daughter-in-law who was "useful" and could serve others.

The first time I went home with Ethan, his mother brought out a basin of water and asked me to wash her feet.

I was willing to endure it.

Because the first time I saw Ethan... I thought, for that face, I would do anything.

We dated for two years.

His parents were very satisfied with me.

And he gradually got used to a forever clean and tidy home, hot meals always ready, and perfectly ironed clothes...

But his attitude was always lukewarm.

Until his birthday this year, I wanted to bake him a cake. The oven exploded while preheating.

When he rushed to the hospital and saw my arm full of glass shards, he lost his composure for the first time, holding my face with trembling hands.

"You don't have to do these things for me... you don't have to..."

But even then, he never said he "couldn't bear it."

Later, he proposed.

I thought he wanted to be with me out of some genuine affection.

I didn't expect he was just fulfilling his parents' wishes.

Vivian was the one he cherished enough to let go.

The moment I saw their conversation, I knew this relationship should end.

He was putting on a show for his parents, and I was putting on a show for myself.

But no matter how good the acting, it was just an act.