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Ethan’s Point of View:With Sarah in the bathroom, I decided to set out a comfortable outfit for Sarah to wear after her shower, laying out my T-shirt and a pair of shorts on the bed.With that taken care of, I left the room to go get ready for our movie date. I made my way to the home theater, where I began scrolling through a selection of movies. I wanted to choose something that would be a great way to celebrate my recent success as CEO.As I browsed through the options, one movie caught my eye: The Wolf of Wall Street. It seemed fitting, given my recent achievement. The movie was all about a successful businessman making money and living the high life. I thought it would be a great way to cap off the evening, and I couldn't wait to watch it with Sarah.I had just gotten the popcorn machine started and I decided to head back to my room to check on Sarah and change into something more comfortable. As I entered the bedroom, I caught Sarah in the process of getting dressed. She wa

Ethan’s Point of view: As I sat on the bed, my eyes fixed on my phone trying to decipher the message.Sarah was in the bathroom, I couldn't help but smile at the memories of last night my brain conjured. Last night had been incredible, and I couldn't wait to do it again. Sarah emerged from the bathroom, looking beautiful as always. I watched as she quickly got dressed in the same clothes I had given her the night before. She seemed anxious to get to the hospital and see Emily, and I couldn't blame her. As she finished dressing, she turned to me and asked if I was coming with her to the hospital. I shook my head, feeling a pang of guilt. "I'm sorry, something's come up. Maybe another day?" I said, trying to sound apologetic. Sarah nodded understandingly, but I could sense a hint of disappointment. I felt bad for not being able to accompany her, but I had some important business to attend to. As she turned to leave, I caught her arm and pulled her back. "Hey, I wanted to sa

Sarah’s Point of view: The weight of yesterday’s revelation settled heavily upon me as I opened my eyes. As I lay in bed, my mind began to wander, consumed by thoughts of Alex's secret life. I couldn't help but wonder when he had met the mother of his children, how long he had been leading this double life, and how he had managed to keep it hidden for so long. I threw off the covers and got out of bed, feeling a sense of restlessness wash over me. I needed answers, and I needed them now. I quickly got dressed and made my way to the kitchen, where I found Ethan already up and making coffee. "Good morning," he said, as I walked in. "How are you feeling today?" I took a deep breath, trying to process my emotions. "I'm feeling a lot of things," I admitted. "Anger, betrayal, confusion... I just can't believe Alex would do something like this." Ethan nodded sympathetically, handing me a cup of coffee. "I know it's a lot to take in," he said. "But we'll get through this toge

Sarah’s Point of View: As we drove back to the police station, I resumed my worrying. The meal at Loretta's Place had been exactly what I needed – a break from the stress and uncertainty of Emily's accident but I was back to reality now. Ethan's hand was still wrapped around mine, providing a sense of comfort and security. I glanced over at him, his profile illuminated by the fading light of day. He caught my eye and smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "You okay?" he asked, his voice low and gentle. I nodded, feeling a lump form in my throat. "Yeah, I'm fine. Thanks for taking me to Loretta's Place. It was just what I needed." Ethan squeezed my hand. "Anytime, baby. I'm always here for you." We pulled into the police station parking lot, and Ethan turned off the engine. "Ready to get back to it?" he asked, his eyes serious. I took a deep breath and nodded. "Yeah, I'm ready." As we stepped back into the police station, the fluorescent lights overhead seemed to hum

Ethan’s Point of View: Clark began the questioning, his tone firm but controlled. "So, Julia, can you tell us where you were on the day of the accident?" I watched Julia's reaction closely, my eyes narrowing as she feigned confusion. "What accident?" she asked, her voice laced with innocence. Julia's reaction was instant, her eyes widening in shock that seemed genuine as Detective Clark showed her the CCTV footage. "Your car was involved in a hit-and-run. As you can see, it wasn't an accident." Julia's expression turned disturbed, and she shook her head. "I don't know what you're talking about. Wait, you think I hit someone?” She continued, “I wasn't the one driving the car. I was volunteering to chaperone my sons’ school trip to a Nature Center that day." She explained that she hadn't brought her car because the school bus was handling transportation for the kids and volunteering parents. Detective Clark's eyes narrowed slightly, and he asked follow-up questions. Julia off