My leg got trapped in the wreckage while he lay unconscious, drunk and unaware of the danger.
In my panic for his safety, I forced my leg free, tearing away a chunk of flesh and leaving a scar that would never fully heal.
Since then, I adopted a more androgynous style and wore long pants.
When Ethan woke up in the hospital and saw me injured, he cried for what felt like ages and promised to get me the best treatments to erase my scar.
But as his company grew successful, those promises faded from his mind.
Sophie innocently suggested, "Maybe Emma just doesn't like wearing skirts. Let me recommend some for you; you'd look great in them!"
Ethan sighed and pulled her away, saying, "Please spare my eyes; how could she possibly look good in a dress?"
"Having one skirt-wearer at home is enough," he teased as they flirted without a care.
Meanwhile, I walked straight into the guest room to make a phone call.
"Teacher, do you need anyone over there?" I asked.
"Yes, I've thought it through; dating will only distract me from my career."
The next morning, the house was empty.
After making myself a simple breakfast, I scrolled through Instagram and saw Ethan's secretary's latest post.