Chapter 2
The grand doors swing open. A hush falls over the crowd. My breath catches as I tum, heart pounding.
Ethan, Tall, powerful–the man I once loved. Relief washes over me. He’s here. He’ll clear this up. He’ll tell them the truth. Then I see her. Olivia
“Babe, some lunatic woman’s here claiming she’s your wife,” Olivia says, amusement lacing her voice. “Security was about to throw her out, but she’s putting up a fight.”
Laughter ripples through the guests. My vision blurs. This can’t be real
Ethan’s gaze finally locks onto mine. I brace myself for recognition, for relief. But there’s nothing. Just cold, unfeeling indifference.
I force my voice to work. “Ethan tell them. Tell them I’m your wife.”
A muscle ticks in his jaw. His expression remains unreadable. Then, in a voice devoid of emotion, he says the words that shatter my world.
don’t know her.”
The room stills. Air rushes from my lungs. No. He’s lying.
A sharp gasp escapes Olivia. “Oh my God, is she your ex? Or some stalker?”
Chuckles spread. My humiliation deepens &
I shake my head, hands trembling. “Ethan, stop this. We have a son
Gasps erupt Someone murmurs, “A child?
Ethan doesn’t flinch. His voice rings out, final and unforgiving
“Security. Get nd of this obsessed freak.”
Strong hands clamp onto me. I thrash, panic clawing at my throat. “No! Ethan, please!”
But he just stands there. Watching. Unmoved. Like I never meant anything to him at all. The hot air slams against me as the guards toss me outside. I hit the ground, knees scraping the pavement, but the real pain is inside me–ripping through my chest. Tears blur my vision. Inside, they celebrate. I am nothing. A sob escapes me.
How could he? How could the man who once whispered promises now act like I don’t exist? Fingers digging into the cold ground, the past rushes back like a tidal wave
“Are you okay?” I knelt beside the man on the mountain trail, his ankle twisted at an awkward angle.
He winced. “I think I sprained it‘
I tore a strip of fabric from my jacket, wrapped it around his injury. “This should help until we get down.”
He smiled. “You’re pretty resourceful.”
I shrugged. “You looked like you needed saving”
We laughed. That was the first time I thought Ethan Caldwell was just an ordinary man.
Back then, I had no idea he was rich. He never told me. Not when he started courting me. Not when he showed up at my workplace with flowers, week after week.
you happy.
“I can’t stop thinking about you, Claire” he whispered, fingers tracing circles on my wrist. “Let me be the man who makes y And I let him. God, I let him
Cur wedding was small–only my family was there
“Where’s your family? I asked X
Ethan exhaled, tightening his grip on my hands. “They won’t approve of us.
Pain flickered in his eyes. I believed him.
“But I don’t care, he whispered, pressing his forehead to mine. “I love you, Claire. That’s all that matters.”
And I believed that too. For years, I thought I had everything. Ethan was the perfect husband.
“I missed you,” he’d say, kissing me deeply, hands memorizing every inch of me.
He worked in New York, barely home during the week. But when he was, he made sure I never doubted his love.
“You’re my everything, Claire, he murmured in the dark. “You and our little world.”
Then I got pregnant. Pure joy lit his face when I told him.
“We’re having a baby?” His voice broke as he cupped my stomach. “God, Claire, this is the best news of my life.”
He became more devoted, always checking in
“You don’t have to worry about anything, sweetheart,” he said, pressing a credit card into my hands. “Buy whatever you want. The best for you and our baby”
I thought I had everything. Love. Stability. A devoted husband. Until the changes started.
“I got promoted, Ethan announced one evening. “It means I be busier, Claire. I won’t be home as often.”
I smiled, ignoring the pang of disappointment. That’s okay. You’re doing this for us.”
He kissed my forehead. “Exactly. I’ll make it up to you.”
And he did–lavish gifts, designer dresses, expensive jewelry. I didn’t notice then that he was replacing his presence with material things. I only started questioning when I told him I wanted to meet his family.
“Not yet, Claire.” His voice was firm. “It’s not the right time.”
“Then when?” I pressed. “They’re our family too, Ethan.”
His jaw tightened. “I said not now.”
I didn’t push. Not even when I suggested moving to New York.
“You’ll be bored,” he dismissed. “I’m busy every day. You and Liam are better off here.”
That’s when doubt crept in. Now, the truth is staring me in the face. He said all those things because I wasn’t his real wife.
I was his mistress. A secret. A lie. My breath shakes as I return to the present, my mother’s arms around me. How could I have been so blind?
