The Night I Let Go novel Chapter 2

Wendy was still reeling from how Zachary had spoken to her.

"Don't be mad, Wendy. He's just worried about you, which is why he came off so harshly. Don't take it to heart. You're married, and communication is key for you two," Ethan said.

He patted her shoulder and added, "Why don't you sit down and talk it over? I'll head out now."

Then, he turned to Zachary, putting on a friendly front. "So you're Zachary, huh? Wendy always speaks very highly of you.

"I'm not sure what's up with you today, but there's no reason to disrespect her even if you're upset. She had quite a bit to drink last night, so you should be taking care of her instead."

Zachary scoffed. "Oh, how sweet of you. Why don't you go ahead and look after her for me? I mean, who wouldn't want a married woman, right? Especially one who's stunning, fit, and has her career all figured out."

He looked over at Wendy, who was still in shock. She really was stunning and attractive, with curves that could catch anyone's eye. But now, all Zachary felt for her was disdain.

Ethan frowned and shot back angrily, "Zachary, what do you mean by that? You can take shots at me all you want, but how dare you doubt Wendy? Do you think she'd ever betray you—"

"Save your breath!" Wendy cut him off, her eyes clouded with disappointment as she glared at Zachary. Then, through gritted teeth, she spat, "People with a twisted mindset are bound to see things that way!"

Without saying another word, she grabbed Ethan's arm and headed to the guest room.

"You're still battling that cold and barely got any sleep last night. Why don't you just rest at my place today? We can leave for the office together around noon," Wendy suggested while opening the door to the guest room.

Ethan glanced at her before storming over to Zachary, looming over him. His voice was dripping with anger.

"Zachary, are you even acting like a man? Wendy's busting her butt for her career, so if you can't help out, at least show her some respect! Do you think you'd be living such a nice life without her putting in all that effort?

"Do you have any clue how many people want her? She turned them all down for you, yet here you are being ungrateful and treating her like trash! You need to apologize to Wendy right now!"

Ethan took on the stance of a judge while he lectured Zachary. Meanwhile, Wendy stood quietly by the door to the guest room, tears welling up in her eyes as if she had been deeply hurt.

Zachary got up wordlessly. Then, he clenched his fist and threw a powerful punch at Ethan's face. Ethan didn't see it coming and couldn't dodge it in time. He stumbled and nearly lost his balance.

"What the hell are you going on about?" Zachary snapped, flexing his wrist. "You're nothing more than a washed-up 'elite' who couldn't make it overseas. Who do you think you are, acting all high and mighty before me?

"You're not thinking I'm as gullible as this foolish woman, are you? You'd better stop with the pathetic stunts, or I won't think twice about tossing you in the trash. After all, that's where you belong!"

After Lauren hung up, she shared Ethan's background info with Zachary, so he was already in the loop.

A hint of panic flashed in Ethan's eyes, and he fell quiet. Zachary didn't glance back at him and walked straight to the door.

Wendy rushed over and stood before him, arms outstretched to block his path. Her eyes were red, swirling with emotions as she glared at him.

Through gritted teeth, she demanded, "Where do you think you're going?"

Zachary sneered. "Do you really care about where I'm going?"

"You're not going anywhere!" Wendy tightened her grip on his wrist, just like she had done with Ethan.

Zachary pulled away in disgust, wrenching his arm free as soon as she touched him. "Why not? Do you think I'm going to hang around and deal with you two? I'm sorry, but I can't handle something so gross!"

With that, he stormed out, leaving Wendy frozen in shock. He reached the elevator when a loud bang echoed behind him—the door had been slammed shut.