My long-distance boyfriend bought a new apartment. I only found out about it from someone else. My best friend posted a photo online. That was how he realized I had chopped off my hair. Our mutual friends congratulated him on becoming a homeowner. That was how he found out I had paid the down payment on my own condo entirely by myself. Even when I flew to his city for a business trip, he only found out because we accidentally bumped into each other at a shopping mall. Ethan Wright frowned in confusion. "Why didn't you tell me you were in town? Didn't you always say you looked forward to our dates more than anything?" I brushed him off without a second thought. "Work is busy. I don't have time." He froze. Just half a month ago, I was the girl who would take a three-hour red-eye flight just to see him for an afternoon. I was the girl who never once complained about being tired. 1 When I bumped into Ethan at the mall, I was on the phone with my best friend, Sarah, making plans to meet up for drinks later that night. "Hell must have frozen over," Sarah joked over the phone. "Didn't you say you only ever go to Miami to spend every waking second with your boyfriend?" I laughed at her tone. "I promise, I'm here for a week on business, and I absolutely will not see him." Sarah let out an exaggerated gasp, clearly not believing me. After all, I once almost quit my six-figure job in tech sales just to move down there and be with him. But right after I swore to Sarah I wouldn't see him, someone suddenly grabbed my wrist as I turned the corner. "Why are you here again? Didn't we just see each other half a month ago?" I looked at the person blankly. It took me two full seconds to recognize the man standing in front of me. I used to pick out all of Ethan's clothes. He always wore crisp, ironed button-downs and slacks. He looked professional, reliable, put-together. But right now, he was wearing a cream-colored hoodie. The slightly immature, college-kid outfit completely stripped away the usual composed distance he carried. Ethan checked his watch. When he looked back at me, his eyes didn't hold the warmth of a lover reuniting after a long time. Instead, he looked at me like I was just another patient in his waiting room. "I have a shift at the hospital this afternoon. I don't have time to hang out with you." "Next time you fly down, remember to tell me in advance..." I cut him off. "Who said I'm here for you? You're overthinking it. I don't have time either." Ethan was stunned. "Didn't you always say you looked forward to our dates the most?" That was the old me. Even if I only had a four-hour layover in his city, I would rush out of the airport just to see him for a single meal. I used to work overtime for five days straight, finishing projects ahead of schedule, just so I could sync my days off with his hospital schedule. But now? If we hadn't accidentally crossed paths today, he wouldn't have even known I was in the state. "There's no need to throw a tantrum. Dr. Wright is very busy. He's exhausted every single day." Hailey Brooks, who was standing right next to Ethan, suddenly spoke up. "It's bad enough that you're not considerate of his schedule, but you flew down here without saying a word. Now Dr. Wright has to spend his precious time off entertaining you." I stared at Hailey, who was looking at me with total self-righteousness. She was also wearing a hoodie. Standing next to Ethan... they looked like they were wearing matching couple's outfits. Not far away, a clothing store had a massive red banner hanging in the window: Couples 50% Off. I gave a half-smile. "You don't have time for me, but you have time to go shopping with her?" Hailey lifted her chin, her expression indignant. "Ms. Davis, there's no need to misunderstand! Dr. Wright usually dresses too seriously, and it makes the patients nervous. I suggested he wear something softer, so I came out with him to help him pick some clothes." "I happened to like this hoodie too, and the store is doing a couple's discount. I was just trying to save a few bucks." "I'm not like you. You come from a wealthy family, and you buy things without ever looking at the price tag. I don't have a family to support me. I have to stretch every dollar. There's no need for you to be so paranoid and sensitive." I actually laughed out loud. "What does his wardrobe have to do with you? Are you his girlfriend or his mother?" "Trying to save money by using someone else's boyfriend for a couple's discount? You sure know how to hustle." Hailey's face turned beet red. "You..." Ethan squeezed my hand, his tone softening as he tried to coax me. "I don't have time to be with you right now, so it makes sense that you're angry. But it's not right to take it out on someone else. She was just trying to save some money." "How about this? I'll call out of work right now and spend the afternoon with you. Sound good?" Suddenly, I felt entirely exhausted by the whole charade. I yanked my hand out of his grip. "I don't have time! I already told you I didn't come here to see you. Do you not understand English?" This time, Ethan looked completely shell-shocked. 2 This was the fourth year of our long-distance relationship. It was incredibly hard. Every single month, I would fly down to Miami to see him. That was only twelve visits a year. We promised to alternate initiating video calls every single day. Even if we were swamped with work, we had to at least say "goodnight" before hanging up. I couldn't remember exactly when it started. But when Ethan called me, the name "Hailey" started popping up constantly. "The nurse assigned to me is so clumsy. She missed the vein three times while drawing blood today." "She's actually really sweet, though. I caught her sneaking leftover meatloaf from the cafeteria to feed the stray cats out back." "I accidentally heard the department head mention that she comes from a really tough background. She's drowning in student loans, just like I was. But she's not as lucky as me. The luckiest thing that ever happened to me was meeting you in college." I didn't think much of it at the time. I just thought she was a normal coworker. Until a month ago. Ethan had to travel for a medical conference and told me in advance that he wouldn't be able to do our nightly calls. It wasn't until his colleague called me to say Ethan had been hospitalized that I found out the truth. His conference was in New York. My city. He hadn't been planning a surprise. He genuinely never intended to tell me he was here. "I was too busy, I just didn't get around to telling you. Besides, I'm not here for long anyway. There was no point in making a fuss over it." To him, seeing me had somehow become a burden. A chore. While I was lost in thought by his hospital bed, the bowl of soup I was holding was violently shoved aside. A woman in scrubs opened her own thermos and glared at me. "Dr. Wright is hospitalized with a severe stomach ulcer! He can't eat greasy food like that!" She bustled around his hospital bed. Acting entirely like she was the woman of the house. She threw away the apple I had peeled for Ethan, claiming I didn't use the proper sterile scrubbing technique to wash my hands, so it was dirty. I checked his IV drip rate, and she told me I wasn't a medical professional, so I shouldn't get in the way. I stepped out to go to the restroom. When I came back, I saw the two of them laughing endlessly together. Knowing I wasn't interested in the medical field, Ethan quickly explained: "It's an inside joke from work." But she just had to add: "You wouldn't get it even if we explained it to you." I swallowed a stomach full of rage. "Is this how you act as a caregiver? You're fired." She froze, then puffed out her chest proudly. "I am a Registered Nurse with a degree, not some cheap caregiver!" That was when I realized she was Hailey. It was obvious. She had crossed the line. And Ethan was enabling it. The slow drift of a long-distance relationship is a tale as old as time. I used to think we were the exception. I thought we would never have a tragic ending. If I had still clung to a shred of hope back then, telling myself I was just being overly sensitive and paranoid... Seeing them pretend to be a couple at the mall completely shattered my delusions. 3 I had been at the mall shopping for a gift for Sarah and picking up a custom-tailored suit I had ordered. After grabbing lunch with Sarah, I threw myself right back into work. Working late nights and getting caught in a massive downpour resulted in a severe fever. I ended up at the local urgent care clinic. It's a small world. The nurse assigned to draw my blood was Hailey. She pulled the tourniquet aggressively tight. She jabbed the needle into my arm several times but couldn't find the vein. A horrifying, dark purple bruise bloomed across my pale skin. I lost my patience. "I want a different nurse!" Hailey didn't show an ounce of guilt. She sounded completely righteous: "You don't own this clinic. Medical resources are limited, and there are other patients waiting. Please don't waste my time." I laughed out of pure anger. "Your technique is garbage. I have every right to request a different nurse." Hailey lifted her chin, her face full of stubborn defiance. "Please don't insult my professional skills. You kept flinching, so of course I couldn't get the needle in." I was too exhausted to argue. I just hit the call button. The person who rushed into the room was Ethan. "You're sick? Why didn't you tell me?" The moment Ethan saw me, the color drained from his face. He rushed to my side. His fingers gently supported my arm, his voice thick with undeniable heartache: "How did it get bruised this badly? Why didn't you call me sooner?" I sneered. "Your nurse has terrible technique and then blames the patient for it. Is this the standard of care at your clinic? Tell her to expect a formal complaint." Hailey's eyes instantly welled with tears. She bit her lip. "Ms. Davis, I know you hate me. A rich girl like you could never understand my struggles." "I'm up for the Nurse of the Year award right now. It's incredibly important to me. I'm in this city all by myself, with no one to rely on. I have to earn every single penny myself. I have to pave my own way..." I cut her off impatiently. "What does that have to do with me?" Ethan asked another nurse for an ice pack and a towel, gently wrapping my arm. But the words that came out of his mouth made my blood run cold. "The bruise will fade in a week at most. It won't scar." "Her technique is actually fine. She was probably just too nervous today. If you file a formal complaint, all her hard work this year will go down the drain." "It really isn't easy for a young girl to make it in this city on her own. Don't make things harder for her. Be a good girl." Hailey reached up and wiped away her tears. She tilted her chin up slightly, looking like she had finally received a fair and just verdict. When the old Ethan saw me get a tiny paper cut, his heart would ache for hours. He would put a Band-Aid on my finger while cursing the paper for being too sharp. But now? His heart was bleeding for the person who had hurt me. I curled my fingers into a tight fist. My chest felt like a boulder was sitting on it, but my voice was ice-cold. "Call your clinical director. I'm filing a complaint against both of you." Hailey's face turned fierce with righteousness. "I take responsibility for my own actions! Don't drag Dr. Wright into this! Even if you're his girlfriend, you can't bully people like this!" She threw her arm out dramatically. A bottle of Betadine tipped over, spilling a dark brown stain all over the custom $8,000 blazer resting on the edge of the bed. Amidst the mess, I slowly spoke. "That was the suit I was going to wear to meet a major client. You just ruined it." Hailey froze for a second, then stiffened her neck defensively. "If you hadn't been deliberately making things difficult for me and Dr. Wright, I wouldn't have accidentally knocked it over! At the end of the day, it's your own fault." I picked up my phone. "You can explain that to the police." "Wait!" Hailey turned her head away, taking on a tone of moral superiority. "We both know you're the one in the wrong here. But you're using your career to threaten me. I'm not rich and powerful like you, so I'll just swallow the injustice." "It's just a jacket. I'll pay for it. How much?" I looked at her calmly, enunciating every word. "Eight thousand dollars." The righteous defiance froze on Hailey's face. She instantly panicked, her voice pitching up. "Impossible!" "How could a jacket be that expensive?! Who are you trying to scam?!" "You rich people are all the same, always trying to crush normal people with money..." I cut her off. "Are you paying, or am I calling the cops?" 4 Hailey ran out of the room crying. Ethan didn't chase after her. He looked at me, hesitating, like he had something to say. I ignored him entirely. I turned right around, went straight to the administration desk, and filed a formal complaint against Hailey. That night, Ethan took me out to dinner. He asked about my life with his usual gentle tone. "How have things been lately?" "Fine." "What have you been busy with?" "Just the usual stuff." Ethan paused for a moment, forcing a smile. "Why didn't you tell me you cut your hair? If I hadn't seen the photo on Instagram, I wouldn't have even known." "And you haven't been initiating conversations lately either. We haven't done our goodnight video calls in weeks." "Work is busy. I don't have time." Three short sentences, and the conversation was dead in the water. Whenever we met up in the past, I had endless things to say to him. From how annoying the new VP at my company was, to how cute a stray dog on my commute looked. I would talk his ear off about trivial, everyday things. I always wanted to pour a whole month's worth of saved-up thoughts out to him in a single breath. Now, I just kept my head down and ate my food. Four years of long distance. From texting him the exact second I opened my eyes in the morning, to barely exchanging ten sentences a month. From wanting him to be the first person to know absolutely everything, to making him the last person to find out. From having endless things to talk about, to having nothing left to say. It only took half a month. Ethan remained silent for a long time before reaching across the table to hold my hand. "I'm sorry. I've been so focused on my career, trying to end this long-distance situation as quickly as possible, that I neglected your feelings." My parents hadn't agreed to me marrying someone living so far away. So Ethan had planned to buy an apartment in New York. When his parents found out, they were furious and completely cut off all financial support. Ethan said: "I've been looking at private hospitals in New York recently. I already have a few interview invites. Once my job is secured, I can start looking at real estate. Which means..." He tried to keep his tone casual, but the end of his sentence hitched up with excitement. "We won't have to be long-distance anymore!" I froze. This was the future I had anticipated more than anything else in the world. But now that it was finally within reach... It felt like we had already lost each other along the way. "Didn't you want to adopt a cat? When the time comes, we can install a cat tree on the balcony wall, and put a hammock by the window so they can sunbathe." "Speaking of cats..." He paused, as if suddenly remembering something, and pivoted the conversation. "Hailey likes cats too. She's always sneaking food to the strays behind the clinic. She's actually a really good person, she just lacks a filter sometimes." "Eight thousand dollars might just be a jacket to you, but to her, it's a whole year of living expenses. She's not like you. Her family is struggling, she's drowning in student loans, and after she pays rent, she barely has a dime left." "I know you hate her, but she really has it rough. I had to claw my way up on my own too, so I can understand where she's coming from." Every single word out of his mouth was about Hailey. I never would have imagined it. That Ethan would be entirely incapable of holding a conversation without bringing up another woman. I put down my fork. "You know I hate her, yet you keep bringing her up. What's your point?" Ethan pressed his lips together, looking helpless. "You throw little tantrums at me, and I'm used to it. I take it because I love you, and that's fine. But you can't direct that at outsiders, right?" "Drop the complaint. She'll have the suit dry-cleaned and return it to you, and then you can apologize to her." Every time he took her side, he chipped away at the love I had for him. So hearing him say that didn't make me sad. It just fueled the lingering anger. I spoke calmly: "She made a professional mistake. I have no obligation to be understanding." "I only asked her to pay for the suit. I didn't sue her for lost wages or emotional distress. That's already incredibly generous of me." "Besides, what does her 'rough life' have to do with me? Does saying 'she has it rough' magically erase her mistakes? If a doctor kills a patient, can they just say 'I had a hard life' and get away with it?" Ethan stared at me, stunned. It was like I had suddenly morphed into a stranger he didn't recognize. Uncompromising. Aggressive. The old me might have given him an out, not wanting an outsider to affect our relationship. But the Ethan sitting in front of me now? To me, he was also an outsider. I stared right back at him, enunciating every word. "The complaint and the demand for compensation are not being dropped." "Also. We're breaking up." 5 A sudden, blaring ringtone cut over my words. Hailey's tear-choked voice poured out of the speaker: "Dr. Wright, my Nurse of the Year nomination is gone. I worked so hard for so long, and with one casual sentence from someone else, it was taken away. I don't understand. Why is destiny always so cruel to poor people?" "To Chloe Davis, eight thousand dollars is just a jacket. But to me, it's a crushing weight that's destroying someone with no family support." "I fought for everything I have with my own two hands. I don't steal, I don't rob, I walk an honest path. Why do I deserve to be treated worse than someone who just relies on her mommy and daddy? I might be poor, but I have my pride. I would rather die than be humiliated like this..." "It's really cold standing on the bridge over the bay. But... but compared to the cold stares and contempt I've endured all these years, this cold is nothing." The sound of howling wind rushed through the phone's speaker. Ethan's face turned white. He immediately stood up and rushed toward the door. "Don't do anything stupid! It's just a jacket! Don't throw your life away!" I called out to him. "Wait." Ethan stopped in his tracks. He looked back at me. For the first time, his eyes were filled with irritation and profound disappointment. "This isn't the time for you to throw a tantrum. She's standing on the edge of a bridge! Can you stop targeting her for just one second?!" "Chloe, the next time I see you, I hope the kind, considerate girl I knew is back. Not this version of you that uses her wealth to bully someone who has absolutely nothing!" Ethan had clearly misunderstood. I only stopped him because I wanted him to pay the dinner bill. As for 'the next time he saw me'? There wasn't going to be a next time. But he didn't wait for me to speak. He rushed out of the restaurant without looking back. 6 Three days later. I received an $8,000 Venmo transfer from Hailey. I don't owe you anything! I'm not like you. I make my money honestly with my own two hands! She sent me three full screens of text. The gist of it was that I was just lucky. I won the genetic lottery, so what was I so arrogant about? She clawed her way up step by step. We were fundamentally different. I could try to crush her with money, but in her eyes, I was nothing. I had no idea what she was rambling about. I get headaches reading walls of text, so I just collected the money and blocked her. Before flying back to New York. Sarah went with me to the clinic for a follow-up appointment to get my prescriptions. She sighed. "I literally had my bridesmaid dress picked out for your wedding. How did you guys end up breaking up? Is long-distance just doomed to fail?" I didn't answer. I walked up to the administration desk to check on the status of my complaint. The clinical director blinked, looking at me like I had amnesia. "Didn't you cancel it?" "Dr. Wright told us you misunderstood Nurse Brooks, and that the two of you settled the matter privately. He also said you felt Nurse Brooks was incredibly dedicated to her work, and you heavily recommended we keep her in the running for Nurse of the Year." Sarah furiously grabbed my arm and dragged me straight toward Ethan's office. The door was slightly ajar. Hailey was biting her lip, looking somewhat embarrassed. "Dr. Wright, I'll pay you back the eight thousand dollars as soon as possible." "I requested night shifts for the extra differential pay, and I picked up a second job during the day. Even if I have to wait tables, I'll pay you back. I'm not like Chloe who just relies on her family. I can slowly save up the money myself..." I hadn't realized Ethan was the one who put up the money. He normally lived a very frugal life, avoiding expensive hobbies, walking instead of taking Ubers whenever he could. All so he could save up enough for a down payment to end our long-distance relationship faster. But now, he was paying Hailey's debts for her. Which meant Hailey was already more important to him than ending the distance between us. He took the future he promised me, and gave it to someone else first. Sarah was so furious she was ready to kick the door down. I grabbed her arm and waved my phone screen at her. I was already recording. Ethan sighed. "Next time you see Chloe, apologize to her. She isn't an unreasonable person. Just have a good attitude." "Don't worry about the money right now. Focus on your health, don't overwork yourself. Go back to your shift." But Hailey didn't leave. She stiffened her neck and suddenly said: "Chloe Davis doesn't love you at all." Ethan froze. "What?" "You work so hard to save money, but every time she visits, she drags you to restaurants that cost two hundred dollars a person. You sacrifice everything, and she just sits back and enjoys it. Do you think that's fair?" Ethan frowned, his tone darkening. "She works hard too. Every month she flies over a thousand miles to see me. She gave up her passion for animation to take a stressful job in corporate sales." We originally agreed to take turns flying to each other's cities. But I hated seeing Ethan exhausted from traveling, so I took it upon myself to always be the one visiting him. Ethan would buy a platform ticket just to walk me all the way to the airport security gate, his eyes red as he promised he would never let me suffer again. When my flight took off, he would stand at the terminal window until the plane disappeared into the clouds. Hailey scoffed. "She sits comfortably in a first-class seat to get here. How is that suffering? When you're pulling all-nighters and desperately saving money, has she ever thought about you? She hasn't sacrificed anything." Ethan lowered his voice. "She comes from a wealthy family. Why should she spend twenty years living comfortably, only to marry me and suffer? Her parents didn't approve of us, but she convinced them. The condition was that I have to buy a home in New York to prove I have the ability to take care of her. This was a joint decision we made. You don't understand, so you shouldn't judge." Hailey's eyes welled with tears of self-pity. She wrung her hands, lifting her chin high. "If she truly loved you, she would marry you regardless of the circumstances, instead of using her parents' demands as a shield. If she truly loved you, she would move to your city, instead of forcing you to follow her. If she truly loved you, she wouldn't be coasting by in a sales job just waiting for you to pave the way. Let's be honest, you're the only one fighting on the front lines, and she's just sitting in the back waiting to reap the rewards." She paused, her voice ringing with a righteous, defiant pride. "If it were me, as long as I loved him, I would marry him even if he didn't have a house or a car. We would grind together, build a life in this city together from the ground up. I wouldn't wait until he had everything perfectly prepared just so I could marry into comfort." I don't know which sentence struck a chord in Ethan. But this time, he didn't argue back. He lowered his eyes, lost in thought. My heart slowly turned to ice. 7 Ethan's grand plan was to build his resume at a massive public teaching hospital in Miami, and then jump to a high-end private clinic in New York. My plan was to save up enough cash to buy an apartment outright, pretend Ethan had earned the money, and use it to get my parents to accept him. To do that, I gave up the animation industry I loved and switched to B2B tech sales. In four years, I climbed to Sales Director. You can only imagine the sheer amount of suffering it took to get there. I only ever shared the good news with him, hiding the struggles so he wouldn't feel pressured. If it weren't for Hailey... I probably would have excitedly called him today to tell him the news. I had saved up enough. Hailey was still talking. "Dr. Wright, I know I'm blunt. I know this might offend Chloe. But for your sake, I have to say it..." I kicked the door open. Both of them turned to look at the noise. Ethan's face changed. "Chloe? Why are you here?" Hailey instinctively straightened her 5'2" frame, lifting her chin even higher, like a peacock refusing to admit defeat. Which made things very convenient for my 5'7" height. I raised my hand halfway but stopped myself. What if she tried to sue me or extort me for assault? But my arm was already raised. I couldn't just pull it back. So I pivoted, and slapped Ethan hard across the face. 8 Hailey violently shoved me back, rushing over to examine Ethan's face in a total panic. Tears of heartbreak spilled down her cheeks. "You're a lunatic!" "Dr. Wright treats you so well, how could you do this to him?!" Sarah caught me as I stumbled back. The fury she had been suppressing completely exploded. "Who gave you the right to speak?!" "You claim it's 'for Dr. Wright's sake'—do you think everyone else is an idiot?! We can all see your pathetic, calculating little games! You want to take a shortcut in life, but you dress it up as 'true love.' You step on other women just to elevate yourself. You are utterly sickening." Ethan frowned deeply. "Enough!" Sarah immediately redirected her artillery at him. "Are you blind, or are you just stupid?! Do you actually think Chloe marrying you is 'marrying into comfort'?" "I told her years ago not to marry a charity case! Do you have any idea how much she's suffered for you these past few years?! She got into a car crash and crawled out to go meet a client! She drank with executives until she literally threw up blood, but she kept drinking to close the deal! She works 365 days a year, and on her rare days off, she tortures herself flying down here to see you! And the worst part is, she gets horrific motion sickness! She throws up her guts every single time she gets on a plane! And she does it every single month!" "Do you know how many screaming matches she's had with her parents over you? Her mom and dad were so furious they told her they didn't have a daughter anymore and kicked her out of the house! You never mentioned a single word of that, did you?! When you suffer, it's called 'hard work.' But when she suffers, it's called 'enjoying the ride'?" Ethan stood frozen in place, looking like he had been struck by lightning. He opened his mouth, but not a single word came out. He just stared at me, the guilt in his eyes practically spilling over. Right at that moment. Hailey suddenly grabbed a medical scalpel from a tray and held it to her own neck. "I would rather die than be insulted by you like this! Dr. Wright and I are completely innocent. I was just speaking the truth. You can curse at me all you want, but I will not accept you throwing dirty water on my reputation!" Sarah sneered. "People like you are the most calculating. You constantly scream about dying, but in reality, you value your own life more than anyone else. If you actually cut yourself, I'll admit you have guts. If you're going to act, at least commit to the bit." Hailey violently slashed a shallow cut across her forearm. Her voice trembled: "Are you satisfied now?!" Ethan's face turned deathly pale. He whipped his head back to look at me, speaking rapidly: "Chloe, tell your friend to apologize to her right now. Let's just end this here, okay?" I looked at him with absolute apathy. "In your dreams." Ethan's voice softened to a pleading tone: "Chloe, I know you want to get married more than anything. I already got a job offer from a clinic in New York. If I accept it, we can get married this year. If you just apologize today, I'll sign the offer letter right now. We'll never have to do long-distance again!" Hailey's eyes were bloodshot, but her words were resonant and forceful: "Dr. Wright, you do not have to accept a job you hate for me! I am not the kind of woman who just hides behind a man and expects him to fix everything for her!" I didn't say a word. An image suddenly flashed through my mind. It was the day Ethan came with me to meet my parents. He was twenty-six, freshly graduated from med school. He sat on the couch in my living room, looking my parents straight in the eye as he made a solemn vow: "I'll start as an attending at a major public hospital, and then transition to private practice. Within five years, I will be making a quarter-million a year." "I want to marry Chloe using my own hard work. I will prove to you that I'm not just all talk. I truly want to spend the rest of my life with her." Things change. People change. I spoke softly. "I was wrong." Ethan visibly let out a massive sigh of relief. "Okay. Then let's drop this right here." But Hailey wasn't letting it go. She anxiously tugged on his sleeve. "Dr. Wright, she slapped you! How can you just let her off the hook so easily? You can't let yourself suffer just for my sake..." Ethan pulled his arm away. "This is between me and Chloe. It has nothing to do with you." I smiled and finished my sentence. "I was wrong for not breaking up with you sooner." Ethan froze. I spoke slowly, emphasizing every single word. With every syllable, the color drained further from his face: "The very first time you mentioned Hailey's name to me, I should have dumped you on the spot."
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