Ethan's POV
I'd tried calling Clara seventeen times in the past three days.
Every call went straight to voicemail.
She'd left. Taken Marcus and disappeared without a trace—probably to her parents' place, though they sure as hell weren't answering my calls either.
Part of me knew I deserved it. Knew that proposing a divorce had hurt her, betrayed whatever fragile trust still existed between us.
But I couldn't bring myself to regret it.
Not when getting rid of Clara was the only way to get Aria back.
The foundation trustees' meeting was in two days. If I could secure that funding, prove to Aria that I was serious about building something new—something better than what Silver Creek Pack had become—
Maybe she'd give me another chance.
Maybe she'd see that I'd chose
