Endorsements and sponsorships Ethan had lined up for Zoey started demanding refunds.
Even many of Ethan’s own partnerships, waiting on a denial, pulled out as fresh scandals surfaced.
He went berserk, calling every PR firm he knew. He was willing to spend a fortune, but no one wanted to touch his mess.
It could have been salvageable—if I’d wanted it to be. I didn’t.
In the end, Ethan dropped to his knees with a heavy thud.
“I’ll take it down. I’ll return everything. I’ll go with you right now to give the baby a proper burial!”
I said nothing, just stared out the window.
Ethan yanked Zoey forward.
“If you’ll let me go, I’ll make Zoey disappear. I was wrong!”
“Help me clarify the video as art—say there was nothing between me and Zoey. Please.”
I turned my head and spoke slowly. “Fine. Go get ready for tomorrow’s exhibition. I’ll be there…”
Ecstatic, Ethan didn’t even let me finish before thanking me profusely and dragging Zoey out.
I murmured, “When a net tears, does it really take everything down with it?”
That night, just as I was getting ready for bed, staff brought armfuls of boxes into my room.
A few questions later, I learned Ethan had arranged it all.