My hands shake as I end the call with Ethan. The words he spat at me still ring in my ears like poison.
*"You're nothing but a promiscuous woman who jumps from man to man whenever it suits you."*
I set the phone down on the nightstand with trembling fingers. How dare he? How dare Ethan Pierce, of all people, judge me?
But deep down, in the part of my soul I refuse to acknowledge, his words hit their mark.
Three different men. Three different relationships that ended when I found someone better. Someone richer. Someone who could give me more.
First Marcus, my high school boyfriend. I left him for Ethan when I discovered Ethan's family owned half the commercial real estate in downtown Orlando.
Then Ethan himself. Abandoned at the altar, practically, when Noah swept me off my feet with his mysterious wealth and connections.
And now...
