Ethan ignored her. “Emily… you were supposed to stay home. You weren’t supposed to see any of this.”
My throat tightened. “See what?”
He exhaled. “Things that will keep both of us safe if you just listen.”
Carla snapped, “She’s done listening.”
Ethan’s jaw clenched. “Emily. I’m your husband.”
I stepped back. “Are you? Because the man I married wouldn’t fake an injury, hire impostors, and trap me in a hospital.”
For a moment, regret flickered in his eyes.
Then it disappeared.
“I didn’t want you involved,” he said softly. “But now you are.”
The air between us felt like it might break.
