Ethan
There is an exact moment in which pride stops holding you, it is not dramatic, there is no background music, there is no grandiose scene... It's a void, a dry one in the chest.
I felt it when I saw her leave the boardroom, it wasn't the fact that she didn't respond to me the way I wanted, it wasn't that Alexander was there. It wasn't even that she refused to give me explanations.
It was something much more brutal.
Clara is not a woman that I am trying to conquer, Clara was my wife, my wife... Mine.
And the word "mine" was not possession. It was mutual choice. It was an alliance. It was a promise. It was a shared bed... It was home. That word only has four letters that weigh more than anything.
And I let her go.
Not because I didn't love her, but because I assumed she would al
