The Forgotten Ties
Language: en
Five years after my divorce, I ran into Ethan Sterling at a luxury department store. The sales associate was packaging the tie I had chosen for my husband. Seeing Ethan, her tone became warm and eager. "Mr. Sterling, you're here. The suit your wife picked out for you is ready." The man nodded slightly, his gaze lingering on the tie in my hand. "Pay for hers as well." I politely declined and placed the cash on the counter. He seemed to sigh. "Sarah, after all these years, do you still hate me?" I smiled but didn't speak. Who has the time to hate him?