"I swallowed my pride," Ethan began speaking as I sat across the table from him. His gaze was fixed on his fingers resting on the table.
"It was right after we separated. He came to me, offering me a place to stay since I had no one else to reside with." As Ethan uttered those words, my heart shattered into pieces from guilt and regret. What if I had fought my fear and accepted him that day? Would things be different?
"At first, I thought he must've been a kind uncle, but I wondered why Father never mentioned him," Ethan continued. "It was after two days I realized he wasn't a kind man, but a power-hungry man who was ready to do anything to keep his position."
I kept listening to his words, trying to capture every detail in my mind while he spoke with a dejected expression.
