~Sienna~
Ethan leaned back in his seat, his eyes hard as they bore into mine. I swallowed, feeling cornered by his sudden outburst, his accusations slicing through the fragile thread of composure I had left.
My mouth opened, but no words came out. He chuckled, taking a sip of his drink.
“Ethan, I…” I started but faltered. What could I even say to defuse this? To explain my situation without making it worse?
“You don’t have an explanation, do you?” he asked, his voice dripping with mockery.
“No wonder. I should’ve known since I saw that diamond on your finger that day. But it’s fine.”
At that moment, I felt the last remnants of patience I had slipping away. His words were unfair, uncalled for. He had no right to act like this—as if I owed him my life, my choices.
“You know what?” I s
