Chapter 3

In our twelve years of marriage, Ethan and I had never had a single fight.

Everyone called us the golden couple.

It wasn't until I brought Ethan’s parents to the hotel to catch him in the act, and saw him standing there in a bath towel, desperately locking the door behind him and kneeling before me, that I finally saw the truth.

The dream was over. It was shattered.

"Chloe, I..."

"Ethan, you make me sick!" I slapped him across the face. He didn't flinch.

"Is this the 'hardworking girl' you wanted to mentor? Did you think I was some kind of idiot?"

We had been married for twelve years and had known each other for twenty. Every look, every gesture of the man in front of me was carved into my brain.

He was nervous. He was terrified.

But not for me.

His hand gripped the doorframe tightly, bracing himself. He was terrified we would barge in.

Through the crack in the door, I caught a glimpse of Aria frantically putting her clothes back on. My stomach churned with pure disgust.