Ethan stormed out of the house, his chest tight and his fists clenched. He needed air, needed space to think clearly. The confrontation with Tania had been ugly, but he had no regrets. He had finally told her what he’d been thinking for so long he was done with her manipulative games.
Victor was waiting by Ethan’s car, leaning against the hood with a grim look on his face. “I take it that didn’t go well,” he remarked, crossing his arms.
Ethan shook his head, his jaw still tight with frustration. “She denied everything, as expected. But I told her I want a divorce. She didn’t take it well.”
Victor raised an eyebrow. “I doubt she would. Tania’s not one to let go easily.”
Ethan let out a heavy sigh, running a hand through his hair. “She’s unhinged, Victor. The lengths she went to..., tryi
