“You’re wrong. It’s not just about divorce.”
All these years, Ethan’s rise had come entirely from my family’s resources—mine and my father’s. If he was going to leave, there was no way he’d walk away with what belonged to us. I intended to take everything back.
Ethan’s expression faltered, fear flashing in his eyes. He softened his tone.
“Baby, don’t you believe me? I really only see Chloe as a brother. We’re innocent—”
“Innocent?” I sneered.
“You mean when you popped her implant, that was innocent? Or when she clung to you and slobbered all over you in front of everyone—was that innocent?”
“Or when you handed her a check and she kissed you—was that innocent too?”
The more I spoke, the paler his face became, his shame laid bare.
Around us, the whispers started.
“So much for being a good man—he’s just a cheat.”
“‘Female buddy’? Please. I don’t buy that men and women can have such pure friendships.”
“It’s always just an excuse for flirting. No woman would tolerate it.”
That day, terrified I’d humiliate him further, Ethan suddenly dropped to his knees before me in front of everyone.
“Lily, I was wrong. I’ll do whatever you say.”