A suffocating tension filled the bedroom. Ethan didn't want to argue with Miranda. He'd initially intended to leave, but ultimately couldn't bring himself to do it. Turning back, he looked at her.
"This has nothing to do with Emma, Miranda," Ethan said calmly, his voice tinged with an imperceptible weariness. "I've always considered you my most compatible work partner, my best friend. Wouldn't it be better if we just ended our previous relationship?"
"End? That's not what you said when you were sleeping with me," Miranda laughed abruptly.
She walked up to Ethan, staring intently into his eyes, her expression contorted. "I came back from abroad all alone for you, and now you treat me like this. Ethan, you're so heartless."
"But I haven't wronged you in any way. I've given you everything
