Lila's P.O.V
The drive back to Blackwood felt endless, the highway blurring into a monotonous gray ribbon under the overcast sky. Ethan's hand rested on my thigh, a gesture that once comforted me but now felt like a subtle anchor, holding me in place. I stared out the window, watching the trees whip by, their bare branches clawing at the air like accusations. The viral clips from the brawl played on loop in my mind—grainy phone footage capturing Ethan's fists connecting with Damien's face, the crowd's shocked murmurs turning into excited chatter. By the time we hit the city limits, the hashtags had exploded: #JealousHusband, #ArtWorldDrama, even #SeducedWife. God, that one stung the most. It reduced me to a trope, a passive player in their macho showdown.
We pulled into the driveway of o
