Ethan sneered, "You have two choices—live with me and enjoy wealth and comfort, or stay with that useless nobody and struggle in poverty. You only have one chance."
Selena was no match for Elena in looks, no match in intelligence. She was the ideal submissive wife.
But Elena—Elena was the type of woman who could be a man's greatest asset, a partner who could elevate his ambitions to new heights.
Elena didn't even hesitate. "I hope Mr. Caldwell won't disturb my peaceful life with my boyfriend from now on."
With that, she turned on her heel and stepped off the yacht.
"Elena!"
Ethan's male ego burned as he reached out and grabbed her shoulder.
"If you come back to me, I'll divorce Selena right now," he blurted out.
Elena's eyes narrowed slightly.
Divorce?
She didn't believe it. She didn't even care.
"Let go," she said, her voice sharp.