Marry Me To Destroy Them
Before I could stop myself, I was crying not the careful, controlled tears I allowed myself in private moments over the past two years, but something rawer, messier, grief finally breaking loose after two years of being welded shut.
Ethan didn't say anything. He crossed the small distance between us and pulled me into his chest, one hand cradling the back of my head, and held me while I fell apart in the hallway of a house he'd never shown anyone, in a marriage that wasn't supposed to be real, in the wreckage of a plan that had just been upended by a truth I hadn't been prepared for.
"I've got you," he said quietly, into my hair, and I let myself, for exactly as long as it took to stop shaki