Chapter 330

The air conditioning in the high-speed train carriage made me drowsy.

Vivian Ashcroft handed me a peeled orange. "So you're really cutting ties with Ethan Roscente for good?"

"Mhm." I took the orange, my fingertips sticky with juice.

Outside the window, the scenery blurred past—just like my relationship with Ethan.

Vivian suddenly leaned in. "But from the way that bastard's acting, he doesn't seem ready to let go."

"He doesn't get a choice." I popped an orange segment into my mouth, the sweet-tart burst flooding my tongue. "I'm returning to Seattle after my internship."

"Right." Vivian counted on her fingers. "In two weeks, he won't be able to reach you."

My hand drifted to my abdomen. The little one was unusually quiet, as if knowing Mommy needed peace.

"This baby's so well-behaved. Nothing like their father," I murmured.

Vivian poked my belly playfully. "Listen up, little one! It'll just be us three living our best life!"

Back in New York, the final payment from Luming Architectural Studio arrived on schedule.

I stared at the numbers in my mobile banking app, then transferred the entire sum to Ethan without hesitation.

Stepping out of the bank, the sunlight made me squint.

Wait—

I froze, then dialed Vivian's number.

"What about the resources Ethan promised you?"

Confusion laced her voice. "What resources? My agent booked all my recent gigs."

My knuckles whitened around the phone.

Ethan Roscente, you sly bastard. Playing me like this.