Ethan had appeared in the doorway of her art studio, a room that had once been her sanctuary but now fel

but an order. "We're attending the a

ted. "I... I don't

e pitying glances, the poorly concealed smirks. She had heard a woman whisper to her friend, "Can you believe that's Ethan Thor

will be there. She's receiving an award for the museum desi

his relationship with his mistress. She remembered a time when he would have defended her from the world. A time when he' d pull her close at parties, h

hispered, her voice sm

as you're told. Or have you forgotten everything I've given you? This house? This studio?" He gesture

would get what he wanted, one way or another. She was power

l clothes that no longer fit. In the back, she found a loose-fitting black dress, the only thing that could accommodate her current size. As sh

up as she approached, his eyes scanning her from head to toe. For a fleeting second, she saw a flicker of something in his e

simply turned and walked toward

der figure and radiant smile drawing the attention of every photographer. Ethan's face lit up when he saw her. He got out of the car and went straight to her, his hand finding the small of her back in a gesture that