Chapter 3
Ethan’s breath hitched in his throat, every drop of color draining entirely from his face until he looked like a marble statue.
He didn't scream, and he didn't throw a punch; instead, a terrifying, icy stillness washed over his entire physical demeanor.
"Who is he?" Ethan whispered in a terrifyingly quiet, broken tone that sounded like glass cracking under intense pressure.
Jessica stared at the smartphone screen, her knees trembling beneath her emerald green slip dress as her web of lies disintegrated.
"Ethan, let me explain... it's not what it looks like, that man forced himself on me while you were away on business!" she sobbed.
Chloe stepped back beside Martha, her arms crossed defensively over her navy blue apron as she watched the dramatic collapse unfold.
"The video timestamp shows last Tuesday at noon, Mrs. Sterling, when you claimed you were at a charity board meeting," Chloe noted quietly.
Ethan slowly raised his head, his dark eyes boring into Jessica with a level of cold, calculated fury that terrified her to her core.
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"You abused my mother, you desecrated our home, and you traded our marriage for cheap thrills behind my back," Ethan said coldly.
He tapped his phone screen once more, sending a priority command straight to the estate's automated digital lock system.
