“Irene would be crushed if she found out about this,” I said through my teeth.
I felt Judy’s hand on my back, a spark of some kind shot through my body, and I almost released Ethan. He was still struggling to breathe and silently begging for some kind of relief.
“It didn’t mean anything,” Judy said, her voice soft. “Please, let him go. Irene would be upset if anything were to happen to him.”
I knew she was right; regardless of the situation, I knew Irene would never forgive me if I hurt Ethan. I thought about the last time I told her I didn’t approve of her relationship with him, and she threatened her own life. She held a knife to her own throat, and I could see the fire and passion burning in her eyes; she would have done it if I hadn’t intervened and accepted Ethan as her lover.
