“So this is my fault?”

Ethan’s control finally slipped. “You wanted him to hear.”

She recoiled as if he’d pushed her. And perhaps he was right. Part of her had wanted me to know. She’d spent months trying to provoke a reaction, testing whether I would fight for her or walk away.

She had mistaken my patience for weakness, and Ethan’s attention for proof that she still had power. At one in the morning, when I called and heard her laughing, she’d expected anger.

She wanted to feel chosen by one man and feared by another.

Instead, I let her go with six words. Keep her. She’s your problem now.