Chapter 8 - Ethan Returns To Absolute Domestic Nightmare
At 3:30 AM, the headlights of a sleek black luxury sedan swept across the front lawn of our suburban home.
My husband, Ethan, stepped out of the car, loosening his red silk tie while talking loudly on his mobile phone.
He stopped dead in his tracks upon seeing the flashing police lights, yellow crime scene tape, and scattered garbage.
“What on earth is going on here? Why is there a police cruiser in our driveway?” Ethan demanded irritably.
He walked up the steps, completely ignoring my torn clothes, stained hands, and tear-streaked face.
“Ethan... your mother tried to murder our daughter,” I whispered, my voice hollow and broken beyond recognition.
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Ethan blinked in utter confusion, running a hand through his neatly styled hair with an exasperated sigh.
“Claire, stop being dramatic at three in the morning; where is Lily and why are you covered in trash?” he snapped.
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