The Weight Of Leaving by Riven Kade novel Chapter 16

For days, I didn’t go home. Only after I’d started the new job and signed the lease on a new apartment did I

finally return to the place we used to share.

Back when we had nothing, we crammed ourselves into a tiny two–hundred–square–foot studio. We were

crazy in love–thoughtful, devoted, with no outsiders to disturb our little world.

But once the company began turning a profit and we upgraded to a bigger house, everything started to change.

Ethan Foster became slicker, always surrounded by all kinds of people he called “business contacts.” He was constantly traveling, bouncing from one event to the next. I used to believe every excuse he gave.

Then Zoey Shaw appeared.

That was when I finally realized–Ethan’s heart had drifted long before I caught on. All those nights I never questioned… where had he really been?

I shook the thoughts away. No point dwelling. Eventually, it would all become part of the past.

I unlocked the door with my key.

Ethan was home.

He looked startled for a second, but quickly masked it with his usual smugness.

“Didn’t you say you weren’t coming back? Changed your mind already?”

I rolled my eyes. “I’m here to pack my things.”

His expression hardened. As I reached for the cabinet, he gave a cold snort.

“That cabinet’s mine–I paid for it. Hands off!”

I pulled my hand back.

Then he added, “The sofa too. Don’t even think about touching it.”

Here we go again.

Every argument used to end like this–him drawing lines over who paid for what. Back then, I found it silly and kind of cute.

Now, it just felt pathetic.

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I ignored him and started gathering the little couple trinkets I’d bought over the years. One by one, I tossed

them into the trash.

Ethan’s jaw dropped. He rushed over, eyes wide.

“What the hell are you doing? Why are you throwing all that out?”

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