LAUREN'S POV

I sat there, frozen, my eyes wide as I stared at the man standing above me. Ethan — my husband, the man I had built my life around — looked down at me with an emptiness I couldn’t comprehend. No remorse. No guilt. Nothing but coldness in his gaze, like I was nothing more than an inconvenience in his way.

I wanted to believe anger could make people do things they didn’t mean. After all, when I slapped him earlier, it wasn’t something I had planned. It came from a place of ...