But now, in that very house meant to carry our vows, he was sleeping with another woman.
I clutched my chest as I heard Rachel continue: “But what about her? What about your wife?”
My heart clenched at Ethan’s silence.
After a pause, I heard him speak clearly, one word at a time:
“I won’t divorce her. But I promise never to have children with her. I’ll treat your son as my own. I’ll make sure he has a place in the Brooks family.”
A laugh burst from me, tangled with tears.
Ethan, you love her so much that you won’t even give me a child.
Rachel’s expression softened, and Ethan pulled her into his arms.
For a moment, I foolishly hoped Rachel might push him away.
But she didn’t. She clenched her fists, and then the last trace of resistance faded from her eyes.
Her arms slipped around Ethan’s neck, and she kissed him back.
Whispering, “Ethan, thank you.”
Sophia Miller shot up to her feet beside me, ready to charge forward.
“Shameless bastards! How dare they—”
I grabbed her arm, tears streaking my face, but my voice was steady.
“Not yet. Wait. I won’t let them go unpunished.”
It wasn’t enough. Nothing was enough.
Slapping Ethan across the face, clawing Rachel’s skin, shouting “They’re having an affair!”—