Reborn, I Sent My Ex-Husband and His True Love to Prison novel Chapter 6

I'll admit, for a moment, the way Ethan had looked at me made me waver. 

Since Lily and Jack came back, he hadn't spoken to me so gently. 

The more I fought, the more I tried to please him, the colder he became. 

Now that I'd stopped, he'd changed.

People are strange like that. 

I crushed the last flicker of hope in my heart. 

Emily, you've been given a second chance.

Don't waste it being weak. 

The next morning, Ethan returned, with Lily and Jack trailing behind him. 

The three of them stood at the doorway like a perfect little family, while I was the outsider in my own home. 

When Ethan saw me, his smile faded slightly, but his tone was still soft. 

"Jack was delirious with fever last night."

"He kept calling for his mom."

"It's better for him to be with his mother for now."

"So I was thinking... could Lily stay here for a while?" 

Lily held Ethan's hand, peeking out from behind him. 

"Emily, I'll only stay for a little while. Once Jack adjusts, I'll leave..." 

Jack, pale and weak, tugged at my sleeve. 

"Aunt Emily, please let Mom stay. I'll be good, I promise." 

I looked down at Jack, then at the two of them, their expressions tense like they were bracing for a fight. 

I smiled slowly. 

"Sure." 

Ethan's face lit up. 

"I knew you'd understand." 

Crash! 

The moment he finished speaking, I grabbed the nearest vase and smashed it on the floor. 

"Emily, what the hell?!"

Ethan's smile froze. 

I didn't answer. Instead, I turned around, pulled a hammer from the drawer, and smashed the TV, leaving a gaping hole in the screen. 

Once I started, it was easy to keep going. 

Coffee table, floor lamp, decorations, robot vacuum, plates... 

I didn't spare a single thing. 

Twenty minutes later, the place was a wreck.

Shards and debris were scattered everywhere, the house practically stripped bare. 

The three of them, who had been standing in the doorway, had retreated outside. 

Ethan's face was completely dark. 

I spoke slowly, each word deliberate. 

"I don't mind her moving in."

"But she's not using my stuff. It's disgusting."