As I watched Ethan set off, worries gnawed at the pit of my stomach. I rubbed the back of my hand, which he had kissed before leaving, and stared out the window at the empty road.
But I couldn't dwell on my concerns for long. I had my own mission to accomplish. With a sense of determination, I stood up and retrieved my phone, to look up at the text Ethan's fake fiancee sent me last night, asking me to meet her.
I kept her message a secret from Ethan, knowing he would worry and try to prevent me from meeting her. But I had my own reasons for going. I needed to confront her, to find out what she knew about Ethan and what her intentions were. Last but not least, threat her to stay away from my husband for self-satisfaction.
"Let's meet today at the XXXX restaurant," I replied in next, choosing the most upscale location I could think of as the CEO's wife.
