Chapter 8
For days, I didn’t go home. Only after I’d started the new job and signed the lease on a new apartment did I finally return to
the place we used to share.
Back when we had nothing, we crammed ourselves into a tiny two-hundred-square-foot studio. We were crazy in love-
thoughtful, devoted, with no outsiders to disturb our little world.
But once the company began turning a profit and we upgraded to a bigger house, everything started to change.
Ethan Foster became slicker, always surrounded by all kinds of people he called “business contacts.” He was constantly
traveling, bouncing from one event to the next. I used to believe every excuse he gave.
Then Zoey Shaw appeared.
That was when I finally realized-Ethan’s heart had drifted long before I caught on. All those nights I never questioned…
where had he really been?
I shook the thoughts away. No point dwelling. Eventually, it would all become part of the past.
I unlocked the door with my key.
Ethan was home.
He looked startled for a second, but quickly masked it with his usual smugness.
“Didn’t you say you weren’t coming back? Changed your mind already?”
I rolled my eyes. “I’m here to pack my things.”
His expression hardened. As I reached for the cabinet, he gave a cold snort.
“That cabinet’s mine-I paid for it. Hands off!”
I pulled my hand back.
Then he added, “The sofa too. Don’t even think about touching it.”
Here we go again.
Every argument used to end like this-him drawing lines over who paid for what. Back then, I found it silly and kind of
cute.
Now, it just felt pathetic.
I ignored him and started gathering the little couple trinkets I’d bought over the years. One by one, I tossed them into the
trash.
Ethan’s jaw dropped. He rushed over, eyes wide.
“What the hell are you doing? Why are you throwing all that out?”
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I chuckled and brushed off the hand he reached out to stop me.
“These are things I paid for. If I want to toss them, I will. Since when do you get a say?”
Then, without hesitation, I slipped off my wedding ring and dropped it into the bin.
Ethan’s face turned red, his eyes glinting with disbelief.
“Jane Rivers! I’ve put up with all your tantrums, but this-this is our wedding ring! Are you out of your damn mind?”
