I watched Ethan across the table, hoping for a sign—just one little thing to tell me we could still fix this. A smile, a glance, a trace of the man I married. But all I got was the same cold expression I’d been seeing for months now. His jaw was clenched, his eyes distant, and his fingers drummed against the table as though this whole evening was just another thing to get through.
I tried to ignore the pit growing in my stomach. We were here, weren’t we? At the same restaurant where we’d celebrated our first anniversary. I even wore the red dress he used to love—the one that made me feel beautiful when he looked at me like I was the only person in the room. Tonight, though, he hadn’t even noticed. Not once had his eyes softened when they landed on me, and that coldness…it chilled me more than I wanted to admit.
