I stared at his anxious, perfunctory face—and laughed.
Even when apologizing, he needed Chloe to prompt him.
“See? That’s why I want a divorce.”
“Ethan, I’ve had enough.”
I shook him off and got into the car, not looking back.
He didn’t chase me. Instead, he posted photos on social media of the family dinner—without me.
The four of them, all smiles. After I left, Chloe slipped right into my seat beside Ethan.
When they clinked glasses, she deliberately brushed his hand. Their eyes met, the flirtatious tension stabbing at my heart.
The only comments came from Robert and Margaret:
“We’ll always be one family, never apart.”
At 1 a.m., Ethan came home.
I was lying in bed, awake but unwilling to open my eyes.
I’d given him countless chances.
Even I found it pathetic.
Maybe that’s just how women are—harsh words on the lips, but always giving the man another step down.
I even thought, if only in that moment he had left Chloe and come after me.
If he promised to keep his distance from his sister, maybe we could have gone on.
But it didn’t happen.
Ethan braced his hands on the edge of the bed, leaning closer to my ear.