Chapter 1: The Arm That Remembered Someone Else
"If you pretend you don't know anything, you can keep being my wife."
Ethan said it in the dark, with a chilling calm that froze me far more than any confession ever could.
I had just asked him why, after three years of working away in Chicago, he had returned home with the sudden habit of wrapping his arm tightly around my waist while he slept.
He had never done that before.
"Who taught you to sleep like that?" I asked softly.
His arm instantly pulled away from my body.
He got up, stepped out onto the balcony, and lit a cigarette.
"Mabel, there are things I don't tell you because you don't need to know them.
Chloe isn't like other women.
If you don't make a scene, she'll never bother you."
Just like that.
Without a shred of shame.
As if I were the intruder in my own marriage.
"Then make a choice," I told him, moving onto the balcony.
"It's her or me."
Ethan set his jaw.
For three long years, I had waited for his return while he spearheaded a major expansion for Vance Global in Illinois.
We had talked about having children when he came back, about finally having the large, formal wedding celebration we never had, about making up for lost time.
But from his very first night back, I knew something was deeply off.
Ethan always came home freshly showered.
Always.
He could wash off another woman's perfume, but he hadn't realized I would recognize the sweet, lingering scent of a luxury body wash he had never bought for himself.
And that morning, I had found something far worse.
Chloe Vance, twenty-seven years old — an assistant in his international corporate office.
Ethan had quietly funded her brother's startup, paid for the renovation of her parents' home in Ohio, and flown across the country specifically for her mother's sixtieth birthday party.
Meanwhile, in three whole years, he had never once flown back for mine.
When I confronted him with it, his eyes dropped.
For a split second, I thought I saw a flash of guilt.
Then he drew me into an embrace.
"Just give me time.
I'm going to break things off with her."
Those words still carried the familiar tone of the man I had fallen in love with.
But deep down, I already knew that man no longer existed.
That night, Ethan slept in the guest room.
At two in the morning, I went downstairs to get a glass of water and heard his voice coming from the study.
He was on a video call.
"Why did you tell her about me?" Chloe asked in a soft, childish whine.
"Now she probably hates me."
Ethan let out a quiet laugh — a sound I hadn't heard him make with me in years.
"As long as I'm here, nobody is going to touch you."
A brief pause followed.
"Come over early tomorrow," he added smoothly.
"I want to have a breakfast you made."
I stood frozen in the hallway.
The next morning, I walked downstairs in my pajamas.
Chloe was already there in our kitchen.
Young, immaculate, smiling, her arms wrapped tightly around the man who was still my husband.
When she spotted me, she feigned shock and shrank behind him.
"Oh...
I'm so sorry.
I'm scared she's going to be angry with me."
Ethan looked at me instantly, as if I were a volatile threat.
Then he introduced us: "Mabel, this is Chloe."
I took another step down the stairs.
Chloe walked toward me holding a hot breakfast plate.
Before I could even make contact with her, she dramatically let herself drop to the hardwood floor, spilling the food.
Ethan rushed forward to pull her up.
"Mabel!
I told you not to h*rt her!"
I stared at him in utter disbelief.
"I didn't touch her."
"Chloe is very delicate," he snapped.
"You can't act like this!"
I looked him straight in the eyes.
"I didn't push her, Ethan.
Look at me and tell me you believe me."
Ethan hesitated.
It lasted only a second.
Then Chloe buried her face against his chest, sobbing, and he stopped looking at me altogether.
In that single second, I understood that my marriage hadn't just broken.
It had been d*ad for three years.
And what I did next was something neither of them ever saw coming...
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What will Mabel do now that Ethan chose Chloe right in front of her eyes?
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