Chapter 1

The eighth time I caught him cheating, Ethan didn't say a word. He calmly grabbed a bottle of concentrated bleach and poured it directly over his crotch.

"Is this enough?"

His face was deathly pale. He looked at me through the mess on the floor as if he were looking at a psycho.

This was the first time in his life Ethan had ever shown weakness to me.

I stood frozen, clutching a sharp piece of broken porcelain, suddenly feeling completely lost.

After all, during our worst fight, I had strapped a bomb to myself and his little mistress, forcing him to choose between us.

He responded by tying himself and my parents to five trucks connected end-to-end. He had smiled and asked me if I still wanted him to choose.

That was our decade of mutual madness.

No choosing. No backing down. No letting go.

Now, he looked at me with pity, as if he found my state pathetic.

"Leave Chloe alone. She’s normal. She’s not like you."

"I'll take whatever revenge you want. This time, you can take it all out on me."

I froze. "What do you mean?"

His smile didn't reach his eyes. He pulled his lips back in a tired smirk.

"It means I’m giving up."

"Are you happy? Isn't this what you wanted?"

Yes, he gave up.

But for whom? The answer was obvious.

The hatred in his eyes made my ten years of devotion look like a pathetic, one-sided joke.

At that moment, a wave of pure exhaustion hit me.

I finally wanted to let us both go.