Ethan’s face was a mixture of regret and
something else I couldn’t place when he saw
- me. Brittany, sensing a threat, clung to his
arm and addressed me condescendingly. “I
know your story, Olivia. Ethan told me
everything. You’re obsessed with him. You
keep bringing up the miscarriage, trying to
make him look bad. But he doesn’t love you.
He loves me. I know you’re jealous. Just leave
us alone now that you’re divorced.”
く
I looked at Ethan, avoiding my gaze. I smiled.
“I wish you both a long and happy life, and
lots of children.”
I turned to leave, but Sarah grabbed my hand and glared at Brittany. “You think he loves you? Did he buy you a house? Did he tell you he transferred a luxury condo to his mistress? Honey, you’re embarrassing yourself.”
Brittany’s smile vanished. She turned to Ethan, furious. Sarah dragged me away.
Brittany’s shouts faded behind us.
L
I booked a flight back to Springfield that
evening. That afternoon, a breaking news
story flashed across my phone: a double
homicide. “College Student Attacks ‘Mistress‘
in Alleged Love Triangle, Leading to One
Death and One Injury.” I recognized the living
room in the news footage. It was Ethan’s old
condo.
