My husband be@t me for refusing to live with my mother-in-law. Then he calmly went to bed.

“I’ll move my things in this weekend.”

“Of course,” I replied softly.

Ethan grinned. “See? Was that so difficult?”

“No,” I said calmly. “Not difficult at all.”

My composure unsettled him for a split second. Then Evelyn laughed, and his confidence returned.

That was Ethan’s weakness.

Approval.

The two of them spent lunch planning my future as if I weren’t continue reading …