No, this couldn’t be true. Ethan loved me.
Just yesterday, he had held me in his arms, playfully talking about marriage, even teasing me to give him enough kids to form a soccer team.
But the disdain I heard in his voice now, the disgust twisting his expression through the crack in the door, was nothing like the tender man who had whispered promises to me.
“Ethan, you’ve really put up with a lot all these years! But damn, Jillian’s body is smoking hot. I still kept that old video, you know exactly what I mean.”
That voice was Howard Nicholson, Ethan’s closest friend.
For a second, I couldn’t even process why he had the video from back then. But the room filled with crude laughter, and the shame burned so deep in me I thought I would suffocate.
I was just about to shove the door open when Ethan blew out a smoke ring and said, almost casually, “That’s the thing. I can’t even imagine how many men have seen her body.”
“Come on, Ethan, don’t get mad, but Jillian really isn’t good enough for you. Marrying her is basically asking to be cheated on.”
But as soon as Ethan heard that comment, his expression hardened, and he shot his friend a sharp glare. “Watch your mouth.”