But it wasn’t an illusion. I was really gone.
In fact, he’d noticed my unease and panic lately. But before he could do anything, I had fled.
‘Why would she leave me? She agreed to marry me.‘ The question tore through him like a bullet.
Fury erupted. He smashed everything within sight until a glass shattered on the floor.
He paused, recognizing it as the same one he had used to contain warm milk for me every night.
He recalled how I had acted out of the ordinary and handed him warm milk. He’d slept like the dead, lulled by something he
1/2
couldn’t name.
A realization struck him like lightning.
He rushed downstairs to the storage room. Sure enough, the place was a mess.
The hurried footsteps woke up Chiara. She rubbed her sleepy eyes and blinked. “Ethan? What’s wrong?”
Without a word, Ethan rushed up and throttled her. His grip was so tight, as if he would snap her neck the next second.
His eyes burned with fury, his chest rising and falling with ragged breaths.
“What did you say to her?” he snarled,
Chiara was suffocating, her tears dripping onto Ethan’s hand.
As if burned, he jerked his hand back.
Chiara choked out, “I just told her the truth. It was what you usually told me. Was that wrong?”
