The next time I saw Ethan was four years later.
He showed up at my tutoring center with Chris, wanting to find a teacher for his son. When they realized the owner was me, Chris immediately grabbed my sleeve and said, "Mom, can you come take care of me?"
A chill ran down my spine, and I quickly stepped back.
"Laurie, I can’t believe you opened this high-end tutoring center, it’s amazing!"
Ethan beamed, clearly pleased. "From now on, you can look after Chris. I’ve got a meeting to attend, so I’ll just head out."
"Let’s get one thing straight, Ethan," I said coolly, "the divorce papers were clear. Chris is your responsibility, and I’ve already paid my share of the child support from our joint assets."
Ethan frowned. "What do you mean by that?"
"If you want to stay here, fine. Just head
