Jane
Ethan collapses to the ground, completely unconscious.
I take a deep breath and try to fight the emotions warring inside me.
I will not fall for this man’s tricks again.
I’ve been telling myself for years now that I’d be immune to his charms if we ever met again, that I’d learned my lesson the hard way and wouldn’t soon forget it. So much for that.
I’m still wallowing in my self-imposed misery when I hear a chair scrape across the floor on the other side of the door. Smashing the vase must have made too much noise and woken the pups. I know my sons, and I’m certain they’re currently clambering onto the chair to spy on us.
I run off before they can see me crying, darting away down the stairs without a single thought for my ex-husband. It’s only later, after my senses return and l
