POV: Ethan
Lena’s answer to my question hung in the air like smoke after a fire. She hadn’t said yes. She hadn’t said no. Just tears and “I don’t know, Ethan. I love you both. Leaving you would break me.” That should have been enough to make me walk away. Pack my s**t and end it. But lying in bed that night, listening to her quiet sobs from the guest room, something clicked.
I didn’t want to lose her. Not like this. Twelve years. Two kids. The life we built. The way she still looked at me some mornings like I was her safe place. Yeah, things had gotten routine, but she was my wife. My Lena. Watching her torn apart hurt worse than the betrayal. If Ryan was leaving for good, maybe we could rebuild. But first, I had to face the man who’d helped tear it down.
The next morning, I called in s
