Ethan shifted uncomfortably, but I didn't care. I wasn't done with him. "When were you going to tell her that I'm your girlfriend?" I asked pointing at Amanda who looked lost in the conversation, my voice devoid of emotion.
Amanda looked confused, and Ethan tried to shut me up. "Emma, please, not now," he begged.
But I wasn't having it. I stood tall, my eyes fixed on Amanda. "He told you I was his little sister, right? Well, that's a lie. I'm his girlfriend, and we've been dating for four years. Yesterday was our fourth anniversary, which I'm sure he didn't remember."
I turned to Ethan. "But all that doesn't matter now. I'm getting married to someone better. You can have him to yourself."
And then I walked away, feeling a sense of satisfaction. I had finally told Ethan the truth, and I had finally stood up for myself. I didn't know where I got the courage from, but I was glad I had finally found my voice.
