I let Ethan’s pleas hang in the air, savoring the desperation in his voice. My heart pounded with a mix of vindication and a hint of sadness. Despite everything, letting go of the remnants of our relationship felt akin to tearing away a part of myself.
“Ethan,” I said evenly, “I know where you are. I know who you’re with. I’m aware of everything.”
A pause stretched between us, palpable even over the phone. I imagined his face at that moment, the color draining as realization set in.
