#Chapter 9: A Betrayal By All Means

Ava’s Pov “Are you spying on me?” Somehow, Ethan got a photo of my supervisor, Mr. Dillon, and I laughing at a stupid joke I made while at work. As far as I was aware, Ethan had not come in to the restaurant at all during my shifts. “I did.” Ethan admitted, “But you’ve been coming home late and tired. I wanted to know what my wife has been getting herself into.” “I was at work!” I defended, zooming in on the picture to show Ethan I was wearing an apron and gloves. “I got a job at a little restaurant as a pastry chef.” Ethan cocked his head to the side very slightly. “Why would you need a job?” He asked, as though he genuinely couldn’t believe I wanted to work. “If you need money you only have to ask, I will give you whatever you need.” His voice was soft. My pride got the better of me when I replied. “Your money is yours, mine is mine,” I insisted. “Besides, you already gave me more money than I could ask for for my mother’s treatment. I’m working to pay you back