MAEI drove down to Wyonna’s place, gripping the steering wheel so hard my knuckles turned white. My heart was racing, and my cheeks still felt hot from earlier. I couldn’t get it out of my head. Ethan had seen me Completely. Like, all of me. I mean, I know it’s not supposed to be a big deal, we’re married, right? And he has seen me before but then was different. Why am I even thinking about this? He already apologized for it and he probably doesn't even care. But then the way he watched me."Ugh, Mae, get it together," I muttered to myself as I pulled up in front of Wyonna’s house. Her place always looked so cozy. I parked, turned off the car, and just sat there for a minute, trying to breathe, trying to calm down. But nothing worked. I needed to talk to someone, but who could I tell my fake husband who is supposed to be real just saw me naked.I stepped out of the car, my boots crunching against the gravel as I walked up to her door. My fingers hesitated over the door for a secon
MAETaking a deep breath, I walked into the living room, mostly because I was curious about who he was talking to. Unfortunately, he was on a call, no one else was there.Ethan’s head lifted when he noticed me walk in, and he gave me this quick, lazy smile before going right back to his phone call. Just a smile. That’s it. No “Hi, Mae,” no “How was your day? Why didn't you text me earlier?” just that stupid, cute smile. Ugh. Men are the worst. I clenched my jaw, trying to keep my cool, but it wasn’t easy. Still fuming, I made my way to the kitchen. If I didn’t keep myself busy, I’d probably end up saying something I’d regret or crying. And there was no way I was going to let Ethan see me cry. Not after what he did. First, he took Ava home yesterday, and now this? Telling another girl he loves her. Jules is definitely a girl. My hands tightened into fists. Whatever. I’d cook something for myself. I didn’t need him.But as I opened the fridge and started pulling out ingredients, my
MAEThe next morning, Ethan came into the room like he owned the place. You know he owns the place, right?One hand was in his pocket while the other held his phone, which he didn’t even look up from as he said, “We’re going to an auction tonight.”I blinked at him, still sitting cross-legged on the bed with a book on my lap. “What?”Finally, he looked up, his face calm and weirdly handsome. Urghhh…how can anyone be this good-looking? “It’s mandatory. A lot of people will be there, including us.”Us. Not him. Us. I tried to ignore how warm that made me feel. Instead, I squinted at him. “Do I have a choice?”“Not really,” he said with a shrug like it wasn’t a big deal. “People will be coming by later to help you get ready. Outfits, makeup, the works.”“Oh, great,” I said dryly, slapping the book shut. “My favorite thing is strangers poking me and dressing me up like a doll.”He smirked at me, the corner of his mouth tilting up in a way that made my stomach flip. “You’ll live.”And t
MAEJules? Again? Who the hell is Julianna to Ethan, and what does she even mean to him? My mood was instantly ruined. I felt my chest tightening like someone had just punched it. Julianna, huh? My hunches are never wrong. Jules really was a girl and her full name is Julianna. She must be quite close to Ethan.She was coming back to the country? Where had she even been? And why had I never heard about her before? The questions gave me a headache, mostly because I didn't have the answer to it. My stomach twisted, making the cupcakes look disgusting.I tried to act normal and turned back to face them, but it felt like my face was an open book. Ethan nudged Cartwright’s arm, shooting him a look. “Not now,” Ethan muttered under his breath, just loud enough for me to hear. Cartwright glanced at me, then clamped his lips up immediately , but it was too late. The damage was already done. My mind was already spinning, connecting dots that probably weren’t even supposed to be connected.Bef
MAE Wynonna and I headed back to the auction party. Cartwright leaned back in his chair, arms crossed like he had nothing better to do, while Ethan was scrolling on his phone, looking bored but still somehow annoyingly handsome. I slid into my seat next to Ethan, my arm brushing against his arm for just a second. He didn’t look up, but I felt the tiniest shift in his posture. It made my heart skip, not that it was a big deal or anything. Not at all.The idea of him feeling the same thing I felt when my arm touched his made me happy. I wanted him to feel the same way I felt for him. I didn't want him to see me as just a contracted wife but as something else.Wynonna sat down next to Cartwright and, before I could even settle in, she turned toward me, her eyes narrowing in that way that told me she was about to dig for something. “Okay, spill,” she said, her voice low but loud enough for us at the table to hear her. Dear lord, I hoped she wasn't going to ask about my question. I cou
MAE I suddenly heard a low chuckle above me, and my eyes snapped open in a panic to meet Ethan's. He was laughing. Like, full-on, can’t-hold-it-back kind of laughter. My face burned as I realized I was still in his arms, and his stupid, annoyingly perfect smile was aimed right at me. “What’s so funny?” I mumbled, trying to step back, but his hands were still tightly holding my waist. He smirked, his eyes bright with amusement. “Why’d you close your eyes and pout your lips like that? Were you… were you expecting something?” He teased, but the way he raised his eyebrows made me want to crawl into a hole and never come out. Fuck. Why did I think he was going to kiss me? Of course he wouldn't. I was so stupid and dumb. Right now, I wished I could take time back and change this moment but unfortunately, we weren't given powers. Now I have to live with the embarrassment.My brain short-circuited as I tried to think of what to say. “W…what? N…no! I wasn’t…I didn’t .” My words tumbled
MAEAva. Of course, it had to be Ava. She was already seated when we walked into the salon, her nails tapping against the armrest of her chair as a stylist worked on her hair. She glanced up the moment we entered and gave Wynonna one of her fake smiles, the kind that looked sweet but was really just her way of pretending she was better than everyone else. She didn’t even bother acknowledging me. Typical. I didn't even care. I didn't want to have to greet her back.I rolled my eyes, but Wynonna either didn’t notice or didn’t care. She grabbed my arm and led me toward the chairs where we’d be getting our hair done. I sat down, trying to ignore the irritation in my chest as a stylist came over to greet us. “So,” Wynonna said, grinning as she flipped through a magazine. “What are we thinking today? Highlights? A trim? Or should we just chop it all off? Or dye it? I've always wanted to dye my hair.” I forced a smile, pretending to consider her question. “Maybe just a trim,” I said,
MAE The whole thing happened so fast, it’s like my brain is still catching up. One second, I was about to ask Wynonna about Julianna, and the next… bam.The car jerked, hard, out of nowhere. My stomach dropped like I was on some terrifying roller coaster, but this wasn’t like the usual ride. The car flipped. I could feel it rolling, my head smacking against the window, my seatbelt digging so hard into my chest I thought it might snap me in half. I could barely breathe and with the way the world seemed to turn around me, I thought I was going to vomit.The world kept spinning violently, everything flipping and tumbling in a fast way. My eyes couldn't focus on anything. Tears fell from my eyes as I tried to stabilize myself to the chair but the constant flip made my head smash more into the window.The car rolled over, and the only sound I could hear was shattering glass. My body whipped back and forth like a ragdoll, my seatbelt making it worse and hard to steel myself. I screamed wi
MAEThe moment the door opened, and I saw who it was, my heart stopped. “Dad?” I croaked, my voice barely above a whisper. Tears sprang to my eyes almost immediately. I tried to sit up, but he was already by my side, gently pressing me back down. “Don’t push yourself,” he said softly, but there was worry in every word. He pulled up a chair and sat next to me, his hand covering mine. “You should be resting.”I blinked up at him, confused. “What… how are you here? Shouldn’t you also be resting?” My dad had fainted just two days ago and seeing him there made my chest ache.He gave me a small smile and shrugged like it was nothing. “I heard about a certain Mae being treated at the hospital. Someone mentioned your name, and I… I had to make sure it was you.” His voice cracked a little at the end.I swallowed hard, my throat hurting. “I’m okay now, Dad. I promise. I should be the one worrying about you. How do you feel?”“I'm fine.” He replied with a small smile. He just held my hand, his
CMAEThe moment Ethan walked in, my heart stopped. Not in a good way. He looked rough like he’d been through hell and back, but he still had this commanding presence about him. And those men in suits behind him? Yeah, that didn’t help. My stomach twisted, the knife in my throat feeling colder and sharper than ever now. Ava’s grip on me tightened, and I could feel her shaking just slightly. Their coming closer was making her nervous and her knife pressed into my neck even more, scaring me.“Ethan,” she said, her voice cracking but still carrying that desperate tone. “Tell them to stay back, or I’ll kill her.” That sent a chill down my spine, like ice running through my veins. She pressed the knife closer, and I winced, biting my lip to keep myself from crying out. It hurt, my shoulder had still not healed from the accident and the way she was pressing it down hurt badly.Ethan raised his hands, palms out, his voice calm, like he was trying to also calm her down. “Ava, just let her
ChaMAEMy eyes snapped open, and for a moment, everything was a blur. My head throbbed like someone had hit it many times, and my mouth was dry, my tongue sticking to the roof of it. My head hurt badly, like badly, especially the back of my head like it had been hit.I blinked a few times, trying to figure out where I was, trying to remember what had happened, but nothing made sense. The air was damp and cold, and there was this faint, musty smell that made my stomach twist. I looked around, my vision finally clearing, and panic hit me almost immediately, making my heart pound harder than ever.I was in a huge, dark basement, the kind you only find in horror movies, except this was real life, my life. The only light came from a single bulb hanging from the ceiling, swaying slightly like it might go out any second. My arms and legs felt heavy, and when I tried to move, I realized why. I was tied to a chair. Thick ropes dug into my wrists and ankles, holding me in place no matter h
MAEIt was Julianna. Of course, it was Julianna. Why did I think she wouldn't come? Of course, she would. Seemed like everyone knew her except me and it was killing me. I wasn't even sure if she and Ethan had dated before. I wasn't sure about anything anymore.She walked onto the balcony like she owned the world, dressed to kill in this beautiful black dress that hugged her figure perfectly. She looked completely perfect. Her makeup was flawless, not a smudge out of place, and her hair looked like it had been styled by some overpriced Hollywood professional. She had this effortless grace about her like she knew people were watching, and she loved it. I felt tiny in comparison. I felt out of place at that moment. She was like the epitome of beauty, and I was the epitome of nothing. Well, not nothing. I believed in loving my body, but she just suited him perfectly while he and I were odd together.She made her way over to us with a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes, slipping he
MAEI spotted him the second Lindsey walked away like my eyes had been programmed to find him in any crowd. He stood near the far wall, looking way too good in a perfectly tailored suit, a drink in his hand, and that confident, effortless stance that used to make me melt. My stomach did this weird flip, and for a second, I thought about bolting right back out the door. But then Lindsey’s voice yanked me out of my thoughts. “Okay, I'm back.” Before I could react, she handed me another drink, her energy as bubbly as ever. “Thanks for coming. Seriously, it means so much to me!” I forced a smile, trying my best to match her enthusiasm. “Of course. I’m honored to be here.” She rolled her eyes and smacked my arm lightly, laughing. “Oh, stop being so modest. You’re family. I'm surprised you and Ethan didn't come together, but oh well. Couples always fight, right? Now, eat whatever you want, okay? I’ll be right back. Again. I have to say hi to a million more people.” “Go, go,” I s
MAEIt was another picture of Ethan and Julianna. They were holding hands, her other hand clutching a bouquet like they were in some sort of romantic movie, which made me sad instead of happy.My chest felt tight like someone had taken a fistful of my heart and squeezed it. And it hurt badly. I wished there was medicine for heartache because I couldn't take any more of this pain. I just wanted peace. Sighing, I tossed my phone to the side, the screen going dark as it hit the pillow. My fingers brushed against my cheeks, and I realized tears had started falling again. Why couldn't I stop crying? It was definitely because of my pregnancy. Not because of Ethan. Not.I curled up on my bed, wrapping my arms around my stomach without even thinking about it. My voice cracked as I whispered, “I’m sorry, baby. I’m sorry you can’t be close to your father right now.” My hand instinctively rubbed the small curve of my belly, as I could somehow comfort the little life growing inside me. The ac
MAEEthan walked toward us, his chest rising and falling like he’d just sprinted a marathon. “How’s your dad?” he asked with worry. He sounded sincere, like he was genuinely worried, but I couldn't think about why he was there or how he even knew my dad was at the hospital. I glanced at Miles, waiting for him to answer, because I sure wasn’t about to and the only other person who could have told him was Miles. I'd been with Mum all night so it sure as hell wasn't her and if it was Miles, I was going to kill him. Tear him in half.Miles rubbed the back of his neck, looking awkward, and said, “He’s stable now. My mom's with him now.” I stood there, my arms crossed tight against my chest, looking between the two of them. My brain was spinning. Why was Ethan here? He couldn't have magically known Dad was here. My eyes narrowed suspiciously at Miles, and he caught the look. He sighed like he knew what my question was. “I called him,” he admitted, shrugging like it was no big deal. “W
MAE Miles and I bolted outside, my heart hammering in my chest. The second we stepped out, I froze. My dad was lying on the ground, his face pale, his eyes closed. My mom was kneeling over him, her hands on his chest, crying. “Oh my God! Honey!” she sobbed. “Please, get up! Don't do this to me!”“Dad!” I shrieked, running toward him, my broken foot hurting way worse than earlier. Miles sprinted past me, grabbing his phone and already dialing. “I’m calling 911!” he shouted, his voice shaking, not helping my frayed nerves at all.I dropped next to my mom, my hands hovering over Dad like I didn’t know what to do. “Dad?” I whispered, my voice cracking. “Come on, wake up. Please.” He didn’t move. He didn’t even flinch. My mom’s cries were breaking me into a million tiny pieces. My heart was pounding hard, blood rushing to my head, making it very hard to think or breathe. The walls seemed to be closing in on me.It felt like forever before the ambulance arrived, though it couldn’t have b
MAEI zipped up my bag with shaky hands, my chest heaving as I threw the last of my stuff inside. My heart was screaming at me to stop, to wait, to give him a chance to explain, but my brain wasn’t having it. I wanted him to also say something, anything, apologize, beg me to stay, tell me what actually happened, at least explain, but Ethan? Ethan didn't seem to care.He wasn’t even begging me to stay. He wasn’t apologizing. He was just standing there like I wasn’t literally packing my things and leaving, like I didn't mean a single thing to him, like what we had, our love, our bond, our marriage meant nothing to him. And it fucking hurt. It hurt to not see him fight for us. Did he even care about us at all? Did all this even mean anything to him?And then he said it.“Maybe we do need a break from each other.”I froze. A break? I wanted to believe I'd heard wrong, but I didn't. He had said we needed a break and I wanted him to say that he was kidding. I wanted him to say he wasn't s