supposedly going to build together.
I confronted Ethan that night.
He denied it first. Then he blamed the pressure of his work. Then he cried.
He told me it had been a mistake and promised it was over.
I wanted to believe him so badly that I accepted an apology before I had even finished asking my questions.
For several months, things improved.
He came home earlier. He put his phone away at dinner. He told me he wanted to rebuild our trust.
Then I noticed the changes again.
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