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: