“What are you doing?” Ethan growled from the side, his rage filled eyes fixed on me.

“I want to get in the car,” I said flatly, like it was the most obvious thing.

“You are not worth sitting in the same car with Jennifer, so don’t even think of it,” he spat with venom.

My eyes widened at his words. “What do you mean? I’m your wife.

I have more right to sit in this car than she does,” I said calmly, trying to lower my ...