Rewinding to Twenty-Two: Saving My Shattered Marriage Chapter 2

I had no idea this was the first intimate contact Ethan and I had shared in three months.

I just chalked it up to his youthful stamina, tossing me around harder and harder as the night went on.

When I woke up the next day, my lower back felt like it was breaking.

Ethan had already left for work, and I pouted.

I complained to our housekeeper, Martha, who was standing nearby:

"He didn't even say good morning to me."

"He used to always say good morning!"

And kiss me!

Martha looked at me with sheer terror, like I was a monster.

After a long pause, she choked out two sentences:

"Ma'am, three months ago, Mr. Wright gave you a kiss."

"And you cracked his head open with a chair."

Me: ...

When did I get so violent?

I completely refused to believe Martha's words.

After all, Ethan and I were childhood sweethearts. We grew up together.

We had a great relationship, and when we reached legal age, it was only natural that we dated and got married.

How could I possibly do something so awful to him?

22-year-old me didn't know that when I was 26, my family would go bankrupt.

I would become sensitive, paranoid, and withdrawn.

And Ethan naturally had an icy, aloof personality. He hated explaining himself.

When two silent people clash, I stopped believing in his love, and he couldn't understand my suspicion.

We fought every single day. At our worst, things even got physical...

I knew none of this.

I waved my hand dismissively:

"Stop talking nonsense and pack me a lunch."

"I'm going to the office to see Et..."

Before I could finish, a booming woman's voice echoed from downstairs.

"Chloe Evans, you beat my son into that state!"

"Get down here right now!"