His face grew grim.
He grabbed his jacket and rushed out—
not once looking back at me.
After that day, Ethan completely disappeared from my life.
When I went to the racing team to look for him,
they all gave me the same answer:
“Sophia, we don’t know where Ethan went. We can’t reach him either.”
“If you hear from him, you have to tell us right away!”
As long as the divorce wasn’t settled,
I felt as though a boulder was pressing down on my chest.
As I was leaving, I overheard voices in the bathroom.
“Why keep it a secret from Sophia? She came here looking for him. Must be urgent.”
“You don’t get it. Olivia’s upset, so Ethan took her on a trip. He won’t be back anytime soon.”
“If you reveal where he is, Sophia will blow up—and then we’ll all be in trouble.”
I froze in my tracks.
Of course. I should have known.
In a world where information spreads so easily,
there was only one reason a man couldn’t be found—
he was hiding on purpose.
A man’s love belongs to whomever he spends his time and money on.
And clearly, Ethan’s love belonged to Olivia.
But I didn’t care anymore.
Because I no longer needed his love.
I put our marital home up for sale
and rented a secure apartment on the west side of Los Angeles.