After hanging up, I sat in the stairwell for 10 minutes.
Not because I still wanted to win Ethan back. But it was only then that I realized the so-called 3 months had never been an agreement between them. It was just a timeline Ethan had given me to keep me quiet.
To Serena, he promised the rest of his life. To me, he demanded patience.
He had told two different futures to two different women, and he was sure both of us would comply.
I messaged Ethan.
Zara: 8 p.m. tonight. Bring my keys and documents to the old apartment. Hand over all remaining wedding materials as well.
He replied almost instantly.
Ethan: Are you coming back to talk?
I didn't explain.
At 7:50 p.m., I arrived at the apartment.
Serena sat on the couch in loungewear. On the table was the dinnerware we'd received a
