Ethan turned toward me slowly. “What did you do?”
I held up the black phone.
Then I pressed play.
Evelyn’s voice echoed through the foyer.
“You’ll learn obedience, or you’ll lose everything.”
Then Ethan’s voice from the night before.
“You live in my house. Use my name. Spend my money.”
Ethan lunged toward the phone.
The police officer stepped between us immediately.
“Sir. Don’t.”
Ethan froze.
My attorney opened the folder.
“Ethan Whitmore, you are being served with divorce papers, a protective order request, and a civil complaint regarding assault, coercive control, fraud, and financial misconduct.”
Evelyn went pale.
“This is insane,” Ethan snapped. “She’s my wife!”
“Not anymore,” I replied.
He laughed harshly. “Who’s going to believe you? You covered the bruise.”
I pulled a makeup wipe from my pocket.
Slowly, I dragged it beneath my eye.
Purple and black bloomed across my skin.
