My father stood there, dejected, before slowly sinking to the ground. He buried his face in his hands, weeping quietly.
This once proud and powerful CEO, who had commanded respect and admiration, was now reduced to a pitiful figure sitting on the doorstep, like a child who had just lost his most cherished possession, or someone who had done something terribly wrong.
I instinctively reached out to help him up, but then reality hit me like a truck. I was already dead.
At first, I was confused.
How could the man I had loved for eight years turn into this cold, heartless stranger overnight?
But the truth soon dawned on me. Ethan had always been like this.
For eight long years, he had stayed by my side, pretending to be the loving, devoted husband while secretly harboring a deep-seated hatred for my entire family. He had been patiently waiting, biding his time, all the while enjoying the privileges and comforts that came with being associated with us.
Fury surged through me as I clenched my fists, and I didn't even feel the resistance as I phased through the door, drifting into what was once my home.