While unpacking in my new place,
a prenatal checkup report fell out of my folder.
The date on it—
the same day I had caught Ethan and Olivia together.
I had been so excited to share the news with him.
But instead, I had walked in on him flirting with another woman.
He had even laid a hand on me.
To this day, he still didn’t know about the baby.
When Ethan finally called me again, it was a week later.
The first thing I heard was his angry voice:
“Sophia, are you insane?”
“You sold our house without even asking me! I don’t even have a place to live now—are you happy?!”
“We’re adults! Stop throwing tantrums like a child. It’s exhausting!”
I listened silently, without arguing back.
Hearing Ethan’s disgust and frustration with me firsthand—
it hurt.
How could it not?
The man I had once loved so deeply
had become a stranger almost overnight.
I no longer searched for the reason why.
Trash belongs in the bin—that’s what Ethan taught me.
“Ethan, I said it before: love takes two, so both have to agree to be together.”
“But breaking up doesn’t. If one person stops loving, they can walk away anytime.”
I paused, then let out a thin laugh.
“With you cheating, selling the house is perfectly reasonable, isn’t it?”