If something had really happened, he wouldn’t have made it in time to even identify my body. 

Ethan finished his shower quickly and came out with a towel around his waist 

He hugged me from behind. 

His warm breath hit my neck, and his breathing grew heavier, his hands starting to wander. 

I elbowed him away, my eyes catching the scratch marks on his shoulder. 

“What? The wildflowers out there weren’t enough for you?” 

Ethan froze, a guilty look flashing across his face. 

“Babe, what are you talking about?” 

“I’m working so hard for us, for our future. I want to give you a good life.” 

“I was so worried about you, rushing back, and this is how you treat me?” 

“Are you seeing someone else?” 

I smirked. Was he really playing the victim card? 

“I don’t want to fight tonight. Let’s just sleep.” 

I turned my back to him and lay down. 

Ethan got out of bed. 

“Women are so unreasonable, always suspicious.” 

With that, he slammed the door and went to the living room. 

In the past, I would’ve apologized and begged him to come back to bed. 

But this time, I got up, locked the door, and went back to bed. 

Outside, I could hear him making a racket, waiting for me to apologize and give up the bed. 

I smirked, stuffed cotton in my ears, pulled up the covers, and turned off the light. 

The next morning, I woke up at 7. 

As I drank some water, I got a message from the airline. 

Due to the earthquake and bad weather, my flight was canceled, and the next available one was in three days. 

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Chapter 3 

The airline asked if I wanted to reschedule. I chugged a glass of water to calm my frustration and chose to rebook. 

What luck. The universe really didn’t want me to leave. 

I called my dad to let him know. 

“Don’t worry, it’s just three days. You can pick me up then.” 

Ethan walked in, rubbing his back, and overheard. 

He instinctively said, “Emma, you’re a grown woman.” 

“You need someone to pick you up? Really?” 

I was afraid my dad would hear and come over to kill him, so I quickly hung up. 

Ethan looked at me, confused. 

“Emma, are you seriously this childish?” 

“Yesterday you accused me of cheating, and today you’re making me listen to you planning a trip with someone else?” 

“I’m exhausted from work.” 

“Can’t you be more understanding?” 

After sleeping on the couch, Ethan was in a foul mood. In no time, he had concocted a whole story and started firing questions at me. 

He knew I’d distanced myself from my friends for him.