Chapter 2: Birthday Party and Hidden Truths
Chapter 2: Birthday Party and Hidden Truths
(Olivia’s POV)
Ethan instinctively brushed off Cassandra’s hand from around his arm, causing her expression
to freeze. The gesture was quick, almost panicked.
“I’m also a friend of Sophie’s. Is it strange that I’m here for her birthday party?” I smiled faintly
at him, keeping my voice light despite the storm brewing inside me.
“No, I just thought you didn’t like these kinds of gatherings, so I didn’t tell you in advance,”
Ethan replied, his voice strained.
A wave of disdain washed over me. Did he really not tell me because of my supposed
preferences, or was he hiding the fact he nned to bring someone else? The answer was
painfully obvious.
Ethan’s cold blue gaze swept the room as if silently demanding, “Who invited her here?”
I noticed Sophie avoiding his eyes with guilt, pretending it had nothing to do with her. So much
for friendship.
The woman beside Ethan stepped forward with a bright smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes.
“Hello, you must be Olivia Winters. I’m Cassandra Evans. You’ve probably heard Ethan mention
<i>me</i>, right?”
So, this was Ethan’s first <i>love</i>, the one who had left him heartbroken. Despite the suffocating
pain in my chest–three years of genuine affection not easily erased–I masked my feelings
well, lips curved in a polite greeting.
“Miss Evans, I’ve heard <i>so </i>much about you.” The lie slipped easily from my lips. In truth, Ethan
had barely mentioned her.
Cassandra smiled sweetly yet provocatively. “Has anyone told you we actually look alike?”
At those words, Ethan’s face darkened instantly. The resemnce between us was his dirty
little secret, the reason he’d approached me in the first ce. Now it was beingid bare for
everyone to see.
I nced mockingly at him, then smiled with innocent amber eyes at Cassandra. “Oh? Really? I don’t think so–I’m prettier.”
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The room fell silent. Several people gasped softly. Wasn’t I always the gentle, obedient type? The one who never talked back? The perfect, amodating girlfriend? My wolf, Cora, purred
with satisfaction at my newfound backbone.
Sophie hurried over, her face a mask of forced cheerfulness. “Let’s not stand around! Come in,
have some drinks!”
Cassandra forced a smile, suppressing her annoyance, and handed over her gift. “Happy birthday, Soph.”
When Sophie unwrapped it, her eyes widened. “Wow, this is the pendant I’ve wanted for so
long. Thank you, Cassandra.”
Then she opened my gift bag, and her expression shifted to confusion. “Wow! Liv, you got me
the same ne!”
I watched as she held up two identical tinum wolf pendants, both gleaming under the party lights. What were the odds?
Suddenly, Victoria Reed, a woman in Sophie’s circle who had always looked down on me,
sneered loudly. “Must be fake. That tinum pendant costs more than five thousand dors.
Olivia’s just a littlewyer–how could she afford something like that?”
The room fell silent, judgmental eyes converging on me. Even Ethan’s expression soured.
“If you’re short on <i>money</i>, <i>you </i>could have told me. I could have helped with the gift…why would
you-” He stopped himself, but the implication was clear to everyone.
Why would you give a fake? Though he couldn’t finish the sentence, his meaning was
unmistakable.
I met his gaze coldly. “<i>Do </i><i>you </i>also think mine is fake, Ethan?”
He said nothing, tacitly admitting it. Three years together, and he still thought so little of me.
Sophie tried to smooth things over, her voice artificially bright. “Of course it’s not fake! We’re
good friends; she wouldn’t do that. Don’t be so harsh.”
But from her eyes, I glimpsed disdain and suspicion. My heart chilled further. I had bought the expensive pendant to thank Sophie for past kindness–after all, when I’d arrived alone in Harbor City three years ago, cut off by my family for refusing the arranged marriage with <i>Connor </i>Rivers, Sophie had stood up for me when others ostracized me as an outsider without
wealth or connections.
I once naively believed Sophie was truly different. How ridiculous.
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Now that my father had restored my ess to the family funds after my reluctant agreement
to the family engagement with Connor, five thousand dors meant nothing to me. Yet no one
believed my sincerity.
Ethan reached out to take the gift. “Give me the ne. I’ll buy a new birthday present for
Soph to make up for this. Liv was just being thoughtless.”
Sophie hesitated, caught between giving Ethan face and acknowledging the ne as fake,
which would embarrass me–and thus Ethan himself.
I folded my arms coolly. “Since he wants it, just give it to him.”
Sophie reluctantly handed it over, avoiding my eyes.
Cassandra suddenly interjected, her voice dripping with false sympathy. “Don’t me Olivia.
She meant well.”
Ethan remained silent, face dark as the night sky. The tension in the room was suffocating.
Someone suggested ying drinking games to break the awkwardness. Cassandra joined in
with a brightugh, clearly eager to be the center of attention.
I, uninterested in their games, moved to a corner sofa and focused on my phone. After a
pause, Ethan followed and sat beside me.
Without looking up, I continued ying on my phone as Ethan reprimanded me quietly.
“If you were short <i>on </i>money, you could have bought something cheaper instead of giving a fake. You <i>know </i><i>you </i>embarrassed me in front of everyone, right?”
I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, then fixed him with a sharp amber stare. “How did I embarrass you? The receipt is in the bag. Want me to take you to the boutique to verify it?”
Startled, Ethan rummaged through the gift bag, finding the official invoice from Lunar Jewelers of Harbor City. His eyes widened as he realized the pendant was genuine.
His tone softened immediately. “Why didn’t you just say you had the receipt?”
“Didn’t feel like it,” I replied coldly, returning to my game.
After a moment, he muttered an apology. “Sorry, I misunderstood you earlier.”
I ignored himpletely, focusing intently on my phone screen. Ethan fell silent, but from the corner of my eye, I could see his gaze drifting unconsciously to the crowd–more precisely, to
Cassandra.
When I finished my game and looked up, I caught him staring at Cassandra, who was being
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coaxed into drinking wine by Sophie and Victoria. His eyes followed her every movement, filled
with concern and something deeper.
Ethan initially restrained himself, but when Cassandra reached her fourth ss, he abruptly
stood and strode over, snatching the wine from her hand.
“Your stomach’s sensitive to alcohol. Are you trying to make yourself sick?” His voice was
sharp with worry.
Everyone fell silent at his sudden outburst. Cassandra’s cheeks flushed with anger and
shyness. “Why do you care?”
“You’re not drinking anymore,” he said coldly, ring at the others. “Try forcing her again and
see what happens.”
The crowd avoided his eyes, intimidated by Ethan’s authority. No one dared challenge the Grey
pack’s future Alpha.
I watched this disy with a mocking smile. Three years together, and he had never once
shown such concern for my wellbeing. Yet here he was, publicly fussing over Cassandra after
just days of her return.
As Cassandra tried to snatch back her ss, Ethan held it high out of reach. She lost her
bnce and stumbled into his arms. He instinctively steadied her with his other hand.
“Careful. After all these years, you still haven’t improved your bnce.” His voice was soft,
intimate, filled with shared history.
Cassandra, cheeks rosy, gazed up at him and pouted. “Ethan, you’re really annoying.”
Laughter and teasing erupted around them. The chemistry between them was undeniable,
their connection <i>obvious </i><i>to </i>everyone in the room.
Just as Ethan was about <i>to </i>respond, he unexpectedly met my icy, piercing gaze.
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