Chapter 67

A week later. Since that morning when Ethan walked out, he hadn't stepped foot back home once. During this time, Emma had tried calling him, but all she got in return were a few half-hearted responses from Ethan, clearly annoyed, brushing her off. She even reached out to his assistant, who always gave the same excuse—work, late nights, too busy to come back. Before, even when Ethan gave her the cold shoulder, no matter how swamped with work he was, he still came home. Sometimes he'd hole up in the study dealing with reports, not really accompanying her, sure, but at least he was there. But this past week? He hadn't come back at all. Not even once. The more Emma thought about it, the more off it felt. Something had definitely changed. She could feel it. Even though she knew Ethan didn't love her, she never believed he'd cheat. That just didn't seem like him. After all, Lily—the love of Ethan's life—had died. And in the three years since, Ethan had stayed clean. Really clean. No drama, n