Chapter 64

I turn on my heel and storm down the hallway, fingers trembling as I search my purse for my phone. Anderson. Who the fuck is Chase Anderson? My husband? Most successful billionaire in the country? Who the hell is that? My Ethan? My Ethan Chase? “May!” I hear Ethan call out behind me, but I don’t stop walking. I can’t. I need to…I can’t breathe. I need some air. Alone. I need to think. Confirm. Prove to myself that I’m not stupid. That I’m not gullible or fucking blind. I slap my palm against the elevator buttons, and it dings, opening. I step inside and just as Ethan reaches it, it closes. As I press the buttons to my destination, I hear a loud thud and a frustrated groan behind the metal doors. My purse falls from grasp as I fumble with my phone, tapping on the search engine once again. I’d looked up Ethan Chase once when Ginny had frustrated me enough, and I’d found nothing. It’s not that I wasn’t curious. Or observant. It’s that I felt like the worst person in the world, trying t