- 2.
Olivia Davis was the most popular starlet under Ethan’s management.
In the past 7 years, countless girls had come and gone from his side, but Olivia was the only one who had stayed for 3 months.
He bought her a house, gave her the best resources, perhaps developing feelings for her in the process of taking revenge on me. Everyone thought Olivia was his official girlfriend.
No one knew that I was Ethan Evans‘ wife.
“That driver, Mr. Evans wants you to go over, someone suddenly called out to me as I was waiting in the car for Ethan.
He had come to the set to accompany Olivia, and when I arrived, they were filming a scene where the female lead falls into water.
The autumn water was bone–chillingly cold. Olivia nestled in Ethan’s arms, her tearful eyes full of pampered happiness: “Ethan, I’m not
strong…”
Ethan immediately grasped her hand: “Don’t worry, that’s why I found a stand–in for you, right?”
His gaze fell on me, and the staff all turned to look at me as well.
They all smirked silently.
Only the director dared to speak up: “Mr. Evans, I know you care about Olivia, but this scene is very important and can’t be done carelessly. How can we use some random servant as a stand–in?”
“We might as well use one of the middle–aged extras.”
I looked down at my shabby clothes, feeling embarrassed.
But Ethan was confident: “Just put some makeup on her.”
When I came out of the makeup room, everyone was shocked.
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“How can they look so alike?”
“Looks like Mr. Evans really likes Olivia, even choosing a driver who looks like her…”
With the makeup covering my sickly complexion and wrinkles, I finally showed a bit of my youthful appearance.
They all thought I looked like Olivia, but no one knew that I had known Ethan for much longer than Olivia had.
“What are you standing there for? Jump in quickly, don’t keep Olivia waiting!” Ethan ordered impatiently, his arm around Olivia.
I walked to the edge of the pool and saw how deep it was, giving off wisps of cold air. My body, already terminally ill and near death,
instinctively rejected it.
“I’m not feeling well, Mr. Evans. You should find a professional actor.“”
“What nonsense? Finding someone else would take at least half an hour, and Olivia is waiting to finish shooting so we can go eat.”
His gaze shifted to me, the warmth he showed Olivia instantly turning cold: “Are you going to jump? Or do I need to have someone push you
in?”
I shuddered deeply.
Just his words made me feel like I was in an ice cellar, unable to breathe.
I had endured this kind of treatment for 7 years, what’s one last time?
Clenching my fists, I looked up at Ethan: “With this jump, we’ll be even.”
He frowned: “What do you mean?”
“Remember when I married you, I borrowed $130,000 from you?”
“For these 7 years, I’ve been your assistant, your housekeeper, your driver, barely resting a day. Three salaries combined, you should have paid me at least $1,000 a month.”
“And every time you slept with me, it was your initiative! Even if you think I’m cheap, it shouldn’t be less than $500 each time.”
I took out the small notebook I always carried, everything recorded clearly!
“This jump is risking my life, charging you $3,000 isn’t too much. After this, the $130,000 is fully repaid. Ethan Evans, I don’t owe you anything
anymore!”
Without waiting for Ethan’s response, I dove deep into the pool.
The icy water instantly engulfed me, eroding my consciousness and my already fading life.
But I didn’t struggle, feeling only the relief of liberation, letting my body sink gradually.
Just as I was about to drown, a familiar figure hugged me and brought me to the shore.
“Rachel Wilson, are you crazy?”
“Do you know you could have really died if the rescue wasn’t in time?!”
Looking at Ethan’s panicked and angry face, I smiled.
“You hate me so much, wouldn’t my death be exactly what you want?”
