“Claire, you smell so good,” he murmured, his voice soft.
I had been pregnant for a month. To keep my pregnancy stable and to surprise him on our anniversary, I’d been avoiding any physical closeness.
“I’m tired,” I said, gently pulling away. “I’m going to bed.”
For a moment, Ethan just stood there, frozen, before forcing a smile. “Alright, you get some rest. I still have work to finish at the office.”
He grabbed his coat and headed out.
As soon as he left, I followed him.
I stayed far enough behind to remain unnoticed, watching as he parked his car in a dark, secluded spot by the roadside. My breath caught when I saw him pull out his phone to make a call.
Not long after, the college girl from the party appeared, jogging up to meet him.
In the biting cold, she shrugged off her coat, revealing everything beneath.
With a cigarette dangling from his lips, Ethan smirked and pushed her into the backseat of his car. Moments later, the luxury vehicle began rocking violently.
I couldn’t watch it any longer. I snapped a few photos and turned away, my stomach churning.