Ethan paid for all of it.
Every bill.
Every subscription.
Every luxury.
“Where’s Olivia?” he asked.
Vanessa barely looked up.
“In the kitchen, probably.”
“Probably?”
Courtney shrugged carelessly.
“She said she’d clean everything.”
Madison laughed.
“She’s home all day anyway.”
Diane calmly sipped her drink.
“Your wife likes taking care of the house,” she added smoothly. “It gives her purpose.”
Ethan said nothing.
But his heartbeat had already started changing.
Something dark and heavy settled in his chest as he walked toward the kitchen.
Then he saw her.
Olivia Carter stood barefoot at the sink, one hand pressed against her swollen stomach while the other struggled to scrub hardened grease from a baking tray.
Dirty dishes towered around her.
Soap floated across cloudy water.
Her oversized T-shirt carried bleach stains.
