“I meant being a godfather? Sabrina is pregnant, and she asked me to be the child’s godfather… You know, there’s a folk custom of adopting children to attract fertility. If we become godparents, maybe we can conceive our own baby.”
Ethan rambled on, completely forgetting his MBA from the US. To hide the truth, he even believed in a folk custom.
I couldn’t stop a mocking laugh, tears streaming down my face.
“Ethan, when did even your words become a performance?”
“Is it about letting your white moonlight pretend to be a nutritionist, moving into our home to have an affair with you?”
As I spoke, I raised Sabrina Snow’s Social Media Story to his face, calmly handing him the USB drive.
Ethan’s face shifted instantly, followed by guilt.
“Hannah, I can explain. It’s not what you think…”
I looked at him quietly, finally speaking with grief and anger,
“Ethan, you and your first love slept in my bed! What do you think I meant?”
I had wanted a peaceful breakup. After ten years together, his vows of forever still echoed in my mind. I couldn’t stop the flood of sadness and rage.