Chapter 2 - Confronting Ethan About The Hidden Text Messages And Secrets
The glowing screen of Ethan’s titanium smartphone felt like a piece of ice resting in the palm of my trembling hand.
I stared at the endless scroll of text messages, each one a dagger twisting deeper into my chest.
“How long, Ethan?” I whispered, my voice shaking so violently the words barely formed.
Ethan sat on the edge of our king-sized bed, burying his face in his large, calloused hands.
“It wasn’t what you think, Chloe; I swear to you I never invited her into our lives,” he pleaded, his voice cracking with panic.
“She had keys to our house, Ethan! She was in our daughter’s bedroom while Maisie screamed!” I shouted, the restraint finally snapping.
He reached out to touch my arm, but I jerked away as if his skin were burning hot.
“Clara was an account manager at my firm; she took things the wrong way when I helped her through a rough divorce,” Ethan stammered desperately.
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“Helping someone through a divorce doesn't include sending messages about the life meant for someone else!” I threw his phone onto the mattress between us.
The silence that followed was suffocating, filled only by the distant hum of the hallway nightlight.
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