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My ex-husband shrugged. “It was business.”
“And now you’re here, doing the same thing to your own child.”
Ethan muttered something under his breath, then turned and walked off without another word.
I just stood there, letting everything settle.
And then, for the first time since Olivia got hurt, I stopped feeling helpless.
“It was business.”
That night, after watching over my sleeping daughter, I sat in the dim hospital room.
Articles, interviews, and old press releases.
Anything tied to Ethan’s name.
Most of it painted him in a good light: a successful businessman, community supporter.
But then I found it.