Chapter 65 Tangled Lies

The hot steam from the shower still lingered in the air as Ethan stood shirtless before the mirror, his palms braced against the sink. Water dripped slowly from his damp hair, trailing down his temples and neck, but he barely noticed. His reflection stared back at him tired, hollow, and haunted. The echo of Claire’s perfume clung to his skin, a sickening reminder of everything he hadn’t said. The weight of secrets, of betrayal and guilt, pressed heavy on his chest. He had returned home, but peace hadn’t returned with him.