Then she turned to me.
“Sophia, let me apologize for him. My bro’s a good guy, but he’s always hated seeing me get bullied. That’s why he lashed out at you.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure to teach him properly when we get home.”
As soon as she finished, Ethan finally released me, the malice in his eyes vanishing.
Three years married, and I’d never once seen him lose his cool.
Even on our honeymoon, when someone tried to grope me, he just casually asked the guy to apologize.
I always thought he was just emotionally detached. But now I understood—he could care deeply.
Just not about me.
In a daze, I saw Chloe walk over with a glass of wine.
“Sophia, a toast. Let’s just put today behind us.”
She shoved the glass into my hand. I resisted, and she suddenly let go.
The red wine spilled down her neckline, soaking her dress, and the glass shattered on the floor.
Ethan’s rage exploded. “You did that on purpose, didn’t you?!”
He shoved me to the ground, shards of glass cutting into my arm.
Blood streamed down, and Ethan froze, instinctively reaching to help me.
But Chloe sneezed behind him.
“Ugh, so cold…”
Without a word, Ethan took off his jacket and draped it over her shoulders.