Chapter 5
The drive home was tense. Barely a word was said as the sound of slow jazz played on the car's audio system.
Nathan gripped the steering wheel a little too tightly, his foot pressing down just a bit harder on the gas pedal. His patience had gone thin, and every time his eyes looked to the rearview mirror to look at an oncoming vehicle, he caught Lilly’s lingering gaze.
She was not even trying to hide it anymore.
Ethan sat calmly in the backseat, his expression unreadable. Sarah, meanwhile, had the biggest smile plastered on her face. She had caught on to everything, and she was enjoying every second of it.
Vanessa, oblivious to the silent events happening in the car, broke the silence. “That was a lovely dinner, wasn’t it?”
No one responded immediately.
Sarah leaned forward slightly. “Oh, it was fantastic,” she said, dragging out the word. “So many… interesting things happened.”
Ethan shot her a warning glance, but she just winked at him.
Nathan sighed, trying to ignore the tension, but then Vanessa’s voice cut through the air again, this time sharper.
“Nathan, what is that on your neck?”
The entire car went silent.
Ethan’s heart nearly stopped. He felt his stomach drop as his eyes darted to Nathan’s reflection in the mirror.
Sarah, of course, was the first to react. “Ooooh,” she teased, grinning. “Looks like someone had an eventful night.”
Nathan barley flinched. He glanced at Vanessa, his face perfectly composed. “It is just a rash, one of the things that made me have to go to the bathroom to check it out.” he said flatly.
Vanessa frowned. “It does not exactly look like…”
“It is a rash Vanessa,” Nathan repeated, his voice leaving no room for argument.
Ethan exhaled quietly, relieved that Vanessa did not push further. But Sarah? She was having the time of her life. She turned to Ethan, her eyebrows wiggling playfully.
Ethan glared at her.
Meanwhile, Lilly was still watching Nathan. She had noticed the mark too, and now she was biting her lip, as if deep in thought. She really did not care about anyone else in the car at that point in time.
Nathan kept ignoring her.
He pressed down on the gas pedal again, speeding toward Lilly’s neighborhood. He could not wait to get her out of the car.
When they finally reached her house, Nathan barley waited for her to step out before saying, “Goodnight.” His tone was polite but distant, dismissing her completely.
Lilly hesitated for a second, her eyes searching his face. When she realized she was not getting anything more out of him, she finally stepped out and shut the door behind her.
As soon as she was gone, Nathan took a deep breath and exhaled.
Vanessa sighed contentedly. “Well, that was nice. She is a very nice girl.”
Nathan scoffed under his breath but said nothing.
Sarah leaned her head back against the seat. “So, Nathan,” she began mischievously, “what is with all the rush? Couldn’t wait to drop off the girl? Didn't even wait to make sure she walked into her home.”
Nathan did not answer.
Sarah laughed. “Jealous?”
Vanessa chuckled. “Oh, Sarah, stop disturbing him. I think it is sweet that Nathan cares about who Ethan dates.”
At that, Nathan finally spoke. “Actually,” he said, keeping his voice neutral, “I would like for Ethan to never see Lily again.”
The car fell silent again.
Ethan’s breath caught in his throat. He snapped his head toward Nathan, trying to read his mood. But Nathan was looking straight ahead, his grip still firm on the wheel.
Sarah let out a small, amused whistle. “Whoa. That was…. direct.”
Vanessa turned in her seat. “Nathan, that does not really seem like your decision to make.”
Nathan’s jaw tightened. “It’s final.”
Ethan blinked. “Wait, what? Why?”
Nathan finally glanced at him through the mirror. Their eyes met for a brief second, but the intensity in Nathan’s gaze sent a shiver down Ethan’s spine.
“I have my reasons,” Nathan said simply.
Sarah snorted. “What, like good reasons or just possessive reasons?”
Nathan looked at the back of the car, this time not from any mirrors, looking directly at Sarah before turning to focus on the road again. Sarah smiled brightly.
Ethan, however, was not amused. His hands clenched into fists. He was not upset about Lilly, not really, he did not even like her that much, but he was frustrated that Nathan did not even explain himself.
Vanessa sighed. “Nathan, you can’t just decide who Ethan is…”
“I do not want to negotiate what I said with anyone,” Nathan repeated, his tone leaving no room for discussion.
The rest of the drive was silent. Nathan turned up the music.
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When they finally arrived home, Ethan was the first to get out of the car. He did not say a word as he walked inside. Sarah followed close behind, she took a quick selfie, and Vanessa sighed before shaking her head and heading toward her bedroom.
Nathan stayed outside for a moment, staring up at the night sky.
Had he gone too far?
No.
He could not explain it to them, at least, not yet, but he knew he was right about Lilly. The way she had acted tonight had only confirmed it. She was not interested in Ethan. She was playing a game.
With a deep breath, Nathan finally stepped inside and headed to his room.
The next morning, Ethan stirred awake, feeling the warmth of another body beside him.
Nathan.
He blinked a few times, taking in the sight.
For a moment, he just stared, his chest tightening with emotions he could not quite put into words. He was surprised, yes, but okay with it.
Nathan’s eyes fluttered open, and when he saw Ethan watching him, he gave a small, tired smile. “Morning.”
Ethan hesitated. “Morning.”
Nathan stretched slightly before turning on his side to face him. “You are not mad about last night, are you?”
Ethan shook his head. “No. I don’t really care about Lilly.”
Nathan studied him. “Then what is on your mind?”
Ethan hesitated again.
Then, after a long pause, he took a deep breath and said,
“I have to tell you something.”
Nathan frowned slightl
y, his expression shifting into concern. “What is it?”
Ethan’s heart pounded in his chest.
He took another breath.
And then…..
Ethan’s voice echoed into nothing.“Nathan?”The silence that followed was a punch to the chest. No footsteps. No doors creaking. No voice saying his name in that low, steady way that always made the world feel less chaotic.Just stillness.The house was too quiet. Too clean. Like Nathan had never existed inside it at all.Ethan stumbled through the hallway, pulling open closet doors, drawers, and the bedroom . Half of the closet was empty. The drawer that used to hold Nathan’s watches and cufflinks? Gone. The cologne Ethan used to borrow without asking was missing.“No…”He gripped the edge of the dresser, his breath catching in his throat. This wasn’t just a moment of space.Nathan had left.Without a word. Without a goodbye. Without a fight.Ethan’s legs gave out and he sank to the floor, his back against the wall, his chest heaving like it couldn’t decide whether to sob or scream. All around him, the silence roared.This was what heartbreak sounded like.Not yelling. Not violence
The silence was no longer peaceful.It was brittle. Ready to break.Ethan stood at the top of the stairs, staring down into the living room where Vanessa and Nathan sat across from each other. Not speaking. Not moving. Just… waiting.Waiting for the truth to crush them.He descended slowly, each step a thud in his chest. The moment Sarah had shown him the phone, the video, the sound of his own voice declaring love, it had all shattered something fragile inside him.Now, nothing could go back to how it was.Vanessa’s eyes rose to meet his. They were bloodshot, rimmed with betrayal. Not the fury he’d feared but worse. A quiet, haunted kind of heartbreak.“You should sit,” she said.He didn’t.Nathan turned toward him, his jaw tight. There were tears in his eyes but he blinked them away, burying them beneath a mask of resolve.“You told her?” Ethan asked, voice barely above a whisper.Nathan shook his head. “She overheard us. She recorded it.”Ethan’s eyes went to Vanessa. “And what did
The days after Nathan opened his office door felt like borrowed time.Ethan woke in the quiet warmth of Nathan’s sheets, the scent of his cologne still clinging to the pillows. They hadn’t said much after that kiss in the garden. But they didn't need to. In the hush of that moment, something had shifted.They were no longer hiding from each other.But that didn’t mean they weren’t still hiding from the world.Nathan moved carefully through the house. No more locked doors, but still no stolen kisses outside their shared silence. At breakfast, he was Nathan, the stepfather, the businessman. Only in those late hours behind closed doors did he become Nathan, the man Ethan loved.It was a dangerous illusion. And Ethan knew it couldn’t last.Sarah noticed first.She stood one morning at the top of the stairs, watching them from behind the railing. Nathan reached out to brush something from Ethan’s shoulder, his fingers lingering just a second too long. It was subtle. Too subtle for most.Bu
The new house was too quiet.Ethan stood in the hallway, one hand pressed to the wall as if trying to ground himself in this unfamiliar space. Everything about the house felt sterile. White walls. Marble floors. Silent hallways. A sanctuary Nathan had chosen to escape the old neighborhood’s watchful eyes. But it didn’t feel like home.Behind him, the door to Nathan’s office was closed. Locked. It had been for hours. Since the move, Nathan had grown distant again, buried in phone calls and schedules. Every time Ethan tried to reach for him, Nathan would pull away.Their moments had become brief. A brush of fingers when no one was watching. A lingering glance across the dinner table. Nothing more.It was like trying to hold on to smoke.Ethan walked into the living room, only to find Sarah sprawled across the couch, scrolling her phone. She looked up.“You look like you haven’t slept in days,” she said dryly.“Thanks,” Ethan replied, collapsing onto the other end of the couch.She ti
The Rivera-Cole household had never been quieter.After the move, Vanessa filled the silence with charity work and evening wine, Sarah vanished for longer hours at the university, and Nathan buried himself in contracts and board meetings. But Ethan felt this subtle collapse in the walls that once held their world together. It was in the way his mother avoided eye contact, the way Nathan’s hand no longer reached for his under the table, and the way his own breath caught whenever Mrs. Caldwell walked by their front gate with her judgmental smile.Everything felt like glass, shimmering and ready to shatter.Ethan sat on the back porch that afternoon, the sky overcast, a sketchpad resting on his lap. His fingers were stained with charcoal, but the lines he drew were lifeless abstract shadows of a world he couldn’t name. The sound of heels clicking against the wooden planks snapped his attention upward.Sarah.She leaned against the railing, a Red Bull in hand and a sarcastic grin on h
The moment the door slammed behind Ethan, the house felt colder.He stormed into the garden, his chest tight, lungs burning. His mind wouldn’t stop racing. How could Sarah do this? That recording that betrayal wasn’t just a threat to him and Nathan. It was a loaded gun, cocked and ready to destroy everything.He gripped the fence with white-knuckled hands, trying to breathe, trying to make sense of it all.Behind him, footsteps crunched on the gravel.Nathan.“I didn’t know she recorded anything,” he said, his voice low but urgent. “I swear to you, Ethan.”Ethan turned, eyes shining with a mix of heartbreak and fury. “None of this would’ve happened if we hadn’t let it go this far.”Nathan stepped forward, but Ethan pulled away.“I’m not saying I regret it,” Ethan added quickly. “But we weren’t careful. And now she’s holding it over us like blackmail.”“She’s just angry,” Nathan said, though his voice lacked conviction. “Maybe she won’t do anything with it.”Ethan laughed bitterly. “