After that day, Ethan completely disappeared from my life.

When I went to the racing team to look for him,

they all gave me the same answer:

“Sophia, we don’t know where Ethan went. We can’t reach him either.”

“If you hear from him, you have to tell us right away!”

As long as the divorce wasn’t settled,

I felt as though a boulder was pressing down on my chest.

As I was leaving, I overheard voices in the bathroom.

“Why keep it a secret from Sophia? She came here looking for him. Must be urgent.”

“You don’t get it. Olivia’s upset, so Ethan took her on a trip. He won’t be back anytime soon.”

“If you reveal where he is, Sophia will blow up—and then we’ll all be in trouble.”

I froze in my tracks.

Of course. I should have known.

In a world where information spreads so easily,

there was only one reason a man couldn’t be found—

he was hiding on purpose.

A man’s love belongs to whomever he spends his time and money on.

And clearly, Ethan’s love belonged to Olivia.

But I didn’t care anymore.

Because I no longer needed his love.

I put our marital home up for sale

and rented a secure apartment on the west side of Los Angeles.

While unpacking in my new place,

a prenatal checkup report fell out of my folder.

The date on it—

the same day I had caught Ethan and Olivia together.

I had been so excited to share the news with him.

But instead, I had walked in on him flirting with another woman.

He had even laid a hand on me.

To this day, he still didn’t know about the baby.

When Ethan finally called me again, it was a week later.

The first thing I heard was his angry voice:

“Sophia, are you insane?”

“You sold our house without even asking me! I don’t even have a place to live now—are you happy?!”

“We’re adults! Stop throwing tantrums like a child. It’s exhausting!”

I listened silently, without arguing back.

Hearing Ethan’s disgust and frustration with me firsthand—

it hurt.

How could it not?

The man I had once loved so deeply

had become a stranger almost overnight.

I no longer searched for the reason why.

Trash belongs in the bin—that’s what Ethan taught me.

“Ethan, I said it before: love takes two, so both have to agree to be together.”

“But breaking up doesn’t. If one person stops loving, they can walk away anytime.”

I paused, then let out a thin laugh.

“With you cheating, selling the house is perfectly reasonable, isn’t it?”

Ethan froze, clearly not expecting those words from me.

He practically roared, furious: