No Turning Back, Ethan

of the lemon cleaner I liked or the faint smell of wood from the furniture Ethan had picked

d. I was supposed to be smiling, happy to be home from a week-long

Her face was pale, her eyes red and puffy. She wasn't look

' s wrong? Wh

ed up at me. There was no warmth in her ey

r voice trembling. "I hav

t my suitcase down, the so

pt with

They were just sounds, meaningless

did you

oming out in a rush. "After you went to bed. He came

felt like a stranger' s house. The foundation of my life cracked rig

... I' m

e it was a weapon. Then, without another w

nd a woman were in the bed. The man was Ethan. The woman... was me. I saw my

. I was in that bed, but I was aslee

I asked, my voic

y face was in it at first, but someone changed it. They put your face on my body. No

d to cry h

My career as an influencer is ov

e in her hand, and then he saw me. His face, the face I loved, was a mask of guilt and

oking her hair. He looked at me over her shoulder, his eyes cold. "T

kay. He didn't deny anything. He just confirmed my worst n

owned out by a noise from outside. A low

is! The ho

wn. They were holding signs, their faces contorted with rag

w. Glass sprayed across the floor. Ethan pulled Chloe furthe

' s collapse. My best friend, my husband, and now a m

saw me. They surged forward, their shouts turning into a roar. I was surrounded. Someone grabbed my hair, pulling me to the ground. Fists and feet rained down on me. Pain expl

e patio table. A video editing program was on the screen. The source file was

e had actively, deliberately