Ethan stayed up most of the night, his mind swirling with anger and frustration. He couldn’t shake the image of Tania grabbing Grace, her twisted words echoing in his ears. It had taken everything in him not to lose control right there in the hallway.
The next morning, Ethan sent Grace to school early, wanting to ensure she was out of the house before he talked to Tania again. When he returned home, Tania was in the kitchen, her eyes puffy from lack of sleep but defiant as ever.
“We need to talk,” Ethan said, his voice calm but firm.
Tania glanced up at him, her jaw tight. “About what? About how you’re abandoning me? About how you’ve chosen her over me?”
Ethan crossed his arms. “This isn’t about choosing sides, Tania. This is about what you’ve done. I don’t care what excuses you have,
