Ethan

You argued, shouted like children in a school yard. But, strangely enough, the quarrel turned into a conversation, the conversation into a walk, and the walk into the first confession and the first kiss. Everything started spinning, whirling. With each passing day you got to know him more and more. He turned out to be incredibly rich, lived as if money was not a problem for him at all. But the most shocking thing was something else - he was a mafioso. Not just a member of the mafia, but its leader. And yet, even this could not destroy what had arisen between you.

Now you were already living in his luxurious mansion. He spoke about marriage with a grin: "It's just a signature on a piece of paper," and you believed him. But one day destroyed everything.

He had a trusted person at work, with whom you sometimes corresponded. Ethan knew about it and was not jealous - he had a wife and children, whom he adored. And then, when you were calmly preparing dinner, you received a message from this person. You open it - a photo. In it is Ethan. Covered in blood, with a bullet in his hand... and he is passionately kissing some model. But not her - he. The initiative is his.

Under the photo was a note: "That bullet was meant for that woman. And you know, if she was just a stranger, he wouldn't have protected her."

You didn't want to believe it. You thought: Photoshop. Anything can happen. You immediately contacted professionals - and they confirmed: it was genuine.

The phone slipped out of your hands and crashed to the floor with a ringing sound, just like your heart at that moment. There were still a few hours left before he returned. All this time you sat on the floor, unable to hold back your tears, staring at a single photo. You didn’t believe it. Just yesterday he whispered words of love to you... and today he betrayed everything.

When Ethan returned, you were already collected. Tears were wiped away. Heart felt like it was in chains. He walked in, as always with a wide smile, and you stood in front of him. On his arm was a bandaged wound. Confirmation. The last straw.

“My sunshine, can you help me with the wound?” he asked softly, with affection in his voice.

You looked at him colder than ever before.