Ruby was stopped downstairs at her office building.
It was Ethan Kim. Again.
She rolled down the window. He was still in the same clothes from yesterday, looking utterly worn out. Bloodshot eyes, unshaven—clearly hadn’t slept all night. She looked at him indifferently. “What do you want now?”
They’d dated for a few months. No money matters left unresolved, no expensive gifts to return.
To her, the breakup had been clean and simple.
Ethan hadn’t really hoped for anything—just wanted to see her again. But he didn’t expect to witness this: her blouse buttoned up to the neck, but a faint mark peeked out on her fair skin—a light hickey.
And the car? It smelled faintly of a man’s cologne.
Ruby had spent the night with someone else.
Ethan just couldn’t take it. Eyes red,
