Semua Bab See You in Court Mr. Ex husband.: Bab 21 - Bab 26

A call comes in as my phone screen light up, I stand to check and it’s Zara.I’m not not surprised she called, I understand that even though she acts pretty tough on the outside somewhere or somehow a part of her must be worried about me, and probably about Maya.I pick up and I can hear from the other end of the phone that she is not at home.“Hey” I said.“ Ethan, hope I didn’t wake you?” “No. Not at all I’m still going awake” I replied“oh! Ok. I went out for some drinks with my friend and It just felt right to call you.” She muttered on the phone.I smile “ I understand. Have fun.” I hang up.For some reason a thread of guilt slowly creeps in as I drop my phone. a question continues to pop up in my head.“ Will I be able to see this relationship through without?”My mind drifts again to the day I took Maya to meet my family.I waited almost two months before I took her home.Not because I was unsure about her.Quite the opposite.The more certain I became about Maya, the

Ethan’s POV My mother was waiting for us in the entrance hall. She looked exactly as I had expected her to. Not overdressed—she would have considered that desperate—but carefully put together in the effortless way that actually took effort. Everything about her said she’d simply happened to look this polished. It was a performance she’d perfected years ago, one so practiced that even I couldn’t always tell where it ended and the real her began. The smile she wore when she saw us was warm. Familiar. The same smile she’d greeted guests with my entire life. She stepped toward Maya and held out her hand. “Maya,” she said, her voice brightening just enough. “How wonderful to finally meet you. Ethan has told us so much about you.” That wasn’t true. I’d mentioned Maya exactly three times. Once to say we were working together. Once to explain why I’d be away for a weekend conference. Once because my mother had asked whether there was “anyone special.” Apparently, three f

Maya’s POVmy mom continued.“And does that make it easier or harder?” Mom asked.She’d always had a way of asking the question underneath the question. She’d been doing it since I was a kid.I stared into my coffee for a second before answering.“Harder.”“Obviously.”She hummed softly.That little mm she does when she has an entire opinion ready but decides to keep most of it to herself.“You know,” she said, “I never really blamed Ethan.”I looked up.“I blamed everything around him. The people in his ear. The pressure. The noise. But not him.”“That’s… surprisingly generous.”She laughed.“I’m sixty-two, sweetheart. At some point you either make peace with the past or you let it keep stealing your future.”I couldn’t argue with that.“He was a good boy, Maya,” she continued, her voice gentler now. “And from what you’re telling me, he sounds like a good man too. Whatever happened between you two, I never stopped believing that.”I let those words settle before I spoke again.“He’s