Chapter 4

Watching Ethan's retreating figure, I softly murmured, "Alright."

As soon as he was out the door, I pulled out my suitcase and started packing my things.

I left the divorce papers on the dining table, tucked under his favorite mug.

Then I walked out of our home for the last time.

On the third day of his business trip, Ethan had just finished a closed-door meeting with a key partner and politely declined their dinner invitation.

He pulled out his phone and tapped into the private account he'd been keeping a close eye on.

For a year now, he'd been…