With me, he had always been tender and gentle.
But this domineering, possessive look—it was just like the summer when I was eighteen and he first awakened my feelings.
A piece of my heart was wrenched out. So this side of him… was never mine alone.
Rachel pressed her hand against his chest, her eyes conflicted. “That night was an accident. If I hadn’t been drugged…”
My mind flashed suddenly—I remembered that Ethan owned a vacant property near the farmer’s market.
I pulled up the surveillance cameras.
The password was my birthday.
Yes, he had set it himself. He once told me, “No need for a complicated password. Remembering your birthday is enough, wife.”
My hands shook uncontrollably until the footage revealed the two of them, locked in a passionate embrace.
My suspicions were confirmed.
I gasped for breath, my eyes burning with tears.
Everything connected: a month ago, Ethan didn’t come home for the first time, saying he had to stay late for a project.
So it was… for a woman who had been drugged.
The first trip to the zoo, the first night away from home—
all along, Ethan had already been breaking his promises for her.
He had even said he wanted to turn that villa into our “second home.”