Dumping the Trash
Language: en
Ethan changed the passcode of our $10 million dream penthouse to his female assistant's birthday. It happened to be the exact day of our seventh anniversary. When the door clicked open from the inside, Chloe Miller was wearing my signature silk robe, holding the custom-designed wedding bands I had spent a month sourcing. Panic flashed across her face as she scrambled to hide the rings behind her back. "Summer, please don't get the wrong idea. I was just helping Ethan check the size." Ethan walked out of the bathroom, his hair still damp, his forehead immediately creasing into a deep…