He Pushed Me Out of His Car, Now He’s Begging on His Knees

When Ethan got home, I was in the walk-in closet trying on clothes.

Ever since he publicly mocked me a year ago, saying nothing I wore could ever look as good as Chloe, I hadn’t bought a single new outfit.

Ethan walked up to me, ripped the dress I was holding out of my hands, and threw it into the trash.

"Why are you even trying? No matter how you dress, you can’t hide how cheap you look."

He tossed a rose gold necklace, which didn't even have a box, into my lap.

"Chloe bought this for you."