How I Ruined My Boyfriend Chapter 2

By the time I left Ms. Davenport's office with the signed contract in my hand, most of my anger had dissipated, replaced by a thrilling sense of purpose. I was scheduled to fly out in a week, and I had no intention of spending another minute playing maid for Ethan.

But when I got back to our apartment to pack, I found it already occupied. The place was a disaster.

Helen stood in the middle of the kitchen, holding a plate of blackened, incinerated chicken wings. "Oops," she chirped, looking at Ethan. "Is it okay that I made such a mess, sweetie?"

Ethan, a notorious neat freak, just shrugged. "Don't worry about it. Amelia will clean it up."

"I feel so bad," Helen pouted. "I'm just useless at housework…"

"Hey, don't say that," he cooed. "This kind of stuff isn't for you, anyway."

I walked straight past them, heading for the bedroom to grab my suitcase. Ethan stared, stunned into silence for a moment.

Helen put down the plate of charred remains and followed me. "Amelia, I— ah!"

I shoved her out of my way. It wasn't hard, but she reacted as if I'd hit her with a battering ram, stumbling dramatically and collapsing onto the floor.

"Helen!" Ethan rushed to her side, helping her up. He glared at me. "Amelia, she's my guest! If you're going to be angry, be angry with me!"

My fists clenched. Ignoring them, I started yanking my things out of the closet, tossing miscellaneous junk onto the floor. A folder slid out from a shelf and fluttered to the ground, landing right at Helen's feet.

She picked it up. Her eyes scanned the top page.

Her face crumpled, and her eyes welled up with tears. She dropped the folder as if it were on fire and spun around to leave.

"Helen, wait!" Ethan grabbed her arm. She struggled, her voice choked with sobs.

"Let me go! You two are already engaged!"

I glanced down. It was the paperwork for our engagement party venue.