Ethan’s POV
My face was cold, but my heart was in chaos. I couldn't stand seeing her in pain but I had to put myself first.
I fought the urge to call her back. She slammed the door behind her. Leaving me alone to face my s**t alone.
She always leaves and slams the door. Never taking a second to understand me even if a little.
“f**k!” I grumbled, placing a hand on my forehead.
I took off my jacket, shutting my eyes tight, trying to fight off the memories that were trying to come back to me.
I swallowed hard, clicking my teeth.
*****Flashback******
“Put that there. Move that. Yeah, yeah perfect.” I ordered the maids who were working hand in hand with my interior designers.
“Sir, is this perfect?” One of the workers asked me.
I smooched my chin, observing the whole room. “Somethin
