A few hours ago
Ethan was drinking alone in a bar. His mind kept replaying the words he had said to Violet. He realized he’d crossed a line by dragging up her past, and he hated himself for feeling guilty afterward.
He shouldn’t feel bad for her.
He should hate her, for playing with his feelings.
The very day he met her for the first time, his mother had eloped with her lover. He should’ve taken it as a sign. A bad omen.
But still… he couldn’t stop himself from liking her.
He thought she was innocent and naïve.
But she turned out to be a player.
Emma entered the bar and spotted him sitting alone. She sent a quick text to someone before walking over to him.
“I thought you’d be with your wife,”
she taunted, making him glance at her with his usual expressionless face.
“I’m already
