“You’re scolding me. I’ll tell the baby you’re a bad dad!”
“Good thing I never got married. What if my husband was like you? That would be awful!”
“I can’t change my habits. Maybe you should just move in and watch me?”
Ethan’s response was full of indulgence.
“Alright, alright, Princess. Whatever you say. You’re the most important now.”
“When I proposed and you turned me down, was this why? You really don’t trust me? If it were you, I’d treasure you above anyone.”
“Chloe, you’re different to me. Always have been.”
A tear splashed onto the keyboard, blurring the words on the screen.
My phone buzzed—it was a message from Ethan.
“The company has an emergency. I need to go on a business trip for a few days. Take care of yourself until I get back.”
A stabbing pain shot through my chest, those words piercing me like poison-tipped arrows.
So that’s all I was—a placeholder to fill the role of a wife.
Even our marriage… was just something Chloe Miller had passed over.
I numbly walked out of the room and took down the wedding photo from the wall.
Staring at Ethan Brooks’s smiling face in the picture, I remembered what Chloe had said that day during the shoot.