Marrying His Nemesis: Kicking My Scumbag Fiancé Away!-Chapter 83: She... Was the Shameful Mistress?!

Chapter 83: Chapter 83: She... Was the Shameful Mistress?!

Early the next morning, Seraphina Thorne didn’t see Ethan Sterling, but she had expected this.

After a simple breakfast, she arrived at the orchestra on time.

At the orchestra’s entrance, several violinists had already arrived for the audition, including Chloe Foster.

As she stepped up the stairs, Chloe Foster stood behind the crowd, on the phone, not noticing her.

Seraphina Thorne pressed her lips together and did not approach Chloe Foster to greet her.

As one of today’s interviewers, to avoid suspicion, she shouldn’t converse alone with the candidates.

Of course, the reason Seraphina didn’t acknowledge Chloe wasn’t just for this reason.

At the moment, she genuinely didn’t know how to face Chloe Foster.

Thankfully, the audition started soon, leaving Seraphina with little time to dwell on these thoughts.

As the head of the violin section of the orchestra, Seraphina was also one of the interviewers.

Arriving at the performance hall, she handed the prepared materials to several interviewers, including Tristan Quincy, and sat down at the farthest edge of the table.

The audition soon began, and Seraphina focused all her attention and energy on her work.

She pushed all those distracting thoughts out of her mind.

"Next... Chloe Foster!"

Holding her violin, Chloe Foster stepped onto the stage, beginning her audition performance.

Seraphina looked up at the girl on stage.

Standing there, Chloe Foster radiated elegance and grace; her performance, whether in technique or musical expression, was commendable.

Whether it be looks, background, talent...

She was outstanding.

"Seraphina!" The music director sitting beside her gently nudged her arm, "Time to score."

Only then did Seraphina realize Chloe Foster’s performance had ended.

She picked up the pen in her hand and solemnly wrote her interview evaluation in the upper-right corner—

"Pass"!

The personnel department staff stood up and invited the candidates, including Chloe Foster, to wait outside.

Seraphina organized all the voting results, carefully tabulating them.

In the final results, Chloe Foster received 8 votes out of a possible 9, winning first place among the candidates and successfully securing the position.

Looking at the voting results handed over by Seraphina, Tristan Quincy smiled and nodded.

"As expected from someone recommended by Seraphina, truly outstanding. Well... Seraphina, why don’t you inform Miss Chloe Foster of the final interview result?"

"Okay."

Seraphina nodded and walked out of the performance hall.

After asking the other candidates to leave, she approached Chloe Foster.

"Chloe, congratulations, you’ve successfully passed the interview."

"I made it?" Chloe Foster joyfully stepped forward and hugged her shoulders, "I really can’t thank you enough for this."

While listening to Chloe’s gratitude, Seraphina felt a twinge of guilt.

Ethan Sterling and Chloe Foster had known each other for years before her, and their affection was pure.

Unlike her with Ethan Sterling, which was merely a transaction.

Without her, Chloe Foster would probably be happily together with Ethan Sterling.

She was...

The shameful third wheel!

Gently removing Chloe’s arms from around her, Seraphina pushed open the door.

"Why don’t you go in and thank the other teachers?"

Chloe Foster returned to the performance hall, where everyone came over to congratulate her.

"Welcome to our orchestra!" Tristan Quincy smiled, shaking her hand, then turned to Seraphina, "This time, Seraphina was instrumental; without her recommendation, we wouldn’t have attracted such a talented musician."

"That’s right, with you two sisters, our orchestra is bound to get better and better."

...

The other managers also cheerfully teased.

After brief chatter, everyone left separately to attend to their work.

Seraphina personally escorted Chloe Foster to the human resources department, helped with the induction procedures, and then took her to the orchestra’s entrance.

Watching Chloe Foster leave, she sighed lightly and turned back to the office.

After much reflection, she finally took out her phone and dialed Ethan Sterling’s number.

At the other end of the line.

Ethan Sterling was leaning against the car hood, accepting a tissue from Sean Hale, pressing it to the wound on his arm.

Last night, he hurriedly made his way to the suburbs.

Only around dawn did they finally find the supplier’s country home in the suburban rural area.

The supplier, feeling guilty, escaped through the back window.

Ethan Sterling, anxious, jumped out the window, accidentally injuring his arm on a branch.

Hearing the cell phone ring in his pocket, he extended a blood-stained finger to retrieve it.

"Honey."

"Where are you?"

"I..." Ethan Sterling signaled Sean Hale to stay quiet, "I’m outside, what’s up?"

"Can you come home tonight?"

"Some unexpected urgent matters at work, I definitely can’t make it tonight." Ethan Sterling glanced at his injured arm, wincing in pain, "Once I finish up here, it’ll probably be... three to five days!"

His arm hurt quite a bit; it wouldn’t heal in just a few days.

If she found out about his injury.

Given Seraphina Thorne’s temperament, she’d surely feel guilty and blame herself, and Ethan Sterling didn’t want to see that expression on her face, nor did he want to distract her over his injury.

Back then, she missed the finals.

This time, Ethan Sterling didn’t wish for her to have any regrets.

On the other end, Seraphina bit her lip.

Indeed, Chloe Foster’s successful audition today meant Ethan Sterling would surely celebrate with her.

"Then..." Seraphina pressed her lips together, "I think I’ll go stay at Sovereign Villa for a few days, okay?"

Originally, she wanted to communicate well with him.

But seeing the situation, it seemed unnecessary.

Rather than waiting for Ethan Sterling to bring it up, she might as well move out voluntarily, sparing everyone the awkwardness.

This was a decision Seraphina made after serious consideration.

She had even planned an excuse about practicing for the competition if Ethan Sterling asked why.

However...

"Sure, no problem, you can stay as long as you want, anyway..."

Ethan Sterling agreed so straightforwardly that he didn’t even ask why, leaving no use for Seraphina’s prepared excuse.

Did he truly have no attachment to her?

She had indeed overestimated herself.

Seraphina held her phone, feeling like something was stuck in her throat, making it hard to breathe.

Dropping her right hand, she weakly hung up the call.

On the other end, Ethan Sterling hadn’t finished speaking; he originally intended to say "Anyway, wherever you stay, I’ll stay."

Unfortunately, Seraphina moved the phone away before hearing the final part.

After calming her mood, Seraphina went upstairs to Tristan Quincy’s office.

"I’ve already passed the preliminary selection for the competition; can I take a few days off?" 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦

"No problem." Tristan Quincy had heard about this and straightforwardly granted her a week off, "Focus entirely on preparing for the competition, and if you need any help, just ask."

After thanking him, Seraphina drove back to The Paramount Gardens.

Pulling her suitcase, she went to the master bedroom’s walk-in closet.

Standing at the closet door, her gaze swept over the women’s clothes intermingled with Ethan Sterling’s on the rack.

She couldn’t help but recall the scene that night when Ethan Sterling helped move her belongings into the master bedroom.

Back then, she naively thought they would share a beautiful year.

Who would’ve thought, just a few days later, she’d be leaving here.

But...

Perhaps it’s better.

Leaving now meant she could preserve the last shred of dignity and grace.

Biting her lower lip, Seraphina briskly walked over, taking off the clothes one by one, packing them into the suitcase.

Pulling the packed suitcase to the door, she instinctively grabbed the keychain.

Thinking it over, she then extended her left hand, placing the keychain holding The Paramount Gardens’ access card and Cullinan car key back to the original spot.

In the future, she shouldn’t return here, nor would she need this set of keys.

Pushing the suitcase out the door, Seraphina firmly pressed her lips together, turning her head away as she shut the door tightly.