Chapter 90

Ethan’s POV

A small scoff escaped my mouth, sharp and bitter, echoing in the heavy silence of the living room. “Oh, you wanna bring her into this, right? Fine.” My voice hardened, taking a deliberate step forward, each one measured, like I was closing in on prey. “Well, I’ll have you know that Lauren knows how to take care of a home as a mother. She doesn’t go to clubs on Saturdays and comes back home after midnight.”

The name hung in the air like a blade. Lauren. I hadn’t even meant to drag her into this argument, but Sofia had pushed me there. The second her name left my lips, I saw the flicker of irritation in Sofia’s eyes, the twitch at the corner of her mouth.

“You think I don’t know where you go?” I continued, my tone edged with cold finality. “For your information, I do. But I chose to keep quiet because I thought maybe you’d drop it. But it seems I was wrong.”

I paused, studying her face. For a moment, she looked defiant, her arms fol