That same night, Ethan found himself sitting alone at the bar by the counter as the pop music filled the air. In his hand, he held a glass of whiskey, swirling it in his hand as he stared at nothing in particular, only a blank look was plastered across his face.
That was his fourth glass by now.
His mind was buzzing with a million thoughts as the memories of his ex wife exposing Hannah's lie about her cancer diagnosis popped into his head. That same feeling of dread and betrayal washed over him once again and a soft sigh left his lips.
He wasn't head over heels for Hannah like he used to be with Alexandra, but somehow her lie still pricked at his heart, and he couldn't find it in himself to forgive her despite everything she said and how hard she tried to win him back.
Occupied with his own thoughts, he didn't even notice that another woman had sat herself down in the stool next to him.
