Chapter 4 

Chapter 4 

When I went to try on the custom gown for the gala, I discovered that it had been swapped. 

The one in its place was of much poorer quality and noticeably several sizes too large for me. 

With the gala just one day away, I angrily called the store to demand an explanation, 

The sales assistant sounded nervous and defensive. 

“Mrs. Walker, I swear this wasn’t our mistake. Your hushand said he’d take the dress to try on, and later he mentioned a small detail needed fixing, so 

ve adjusted it and returned it to him. We don’t know what happened after that!” 

Suppressing my anger, I went to Ethan’s office to confront him 

When he saw me, he frowned. 

“Didn’t I tell you not to disturb me during work hours-” 

“Did you take my gown?” I cut him off. “The sales assistant said you picked it up for me to try on. I don’t recall asking you to do that.” 

He hesitated briefly before finally answering 

“Sophie didn’t have a gown for the gala, so I let her wear that one. Besides, didn’t I get you another one? It’s practically the same.” 

“Why make such a fuss? As long as it fits, it doesn’t matter.” 

I laughed bitterly and threw the rag like gown onto his desk 

“Are you talking about this piece of trash? If it’s so nice, why don’t you let Sophie wear it instead?” 

His face darkened instantly, and his voice turned cold. 

“Can you stop being so unreasonable? It’s just a dress–you have plenty. What’s wrong with giving one to Sophie? 

“Do you have to act like a hysterical woman all the time? You’re supposed to be the wife of a CCO, not some shrew.” 

Sophie walked in just then, her eyes red as if she had been deeply wronged. 

Ithan, please don’t fight because of me. Here, I return the dress to her.” 

She handed me a bag, and inside 

le was my original custom gown. 

Ethan shot me a cold glare and pulled her into his arms, consoling her gently. 

“Alright, alright. Let’s go pick out a new dress for you, one you like. We don’t need anything someone else has already touched.” 

I grabbed the bag with a frosty expression and left without saying a word, the hatred inside me boiling over. 

He was right–if someone else had touched it, I didn’t want it either. 

Chapter 5