"So what, are you saying you and Dawn are married? You're not the only one who said that—she said it herself, too.
"But I'm not afraid.
"At most, she'd just want to hit me. What about you?
"Ethan, you can't do anything to me. You wouldn't even dare to hit me."
Her tone was teasing, yet so convincing it almost sounded real.
The next second, Ethan's hand shot out and gripped her throat.
The muscles on his jaw tightened, making his handsome face look wild and dangerous. Roxanne's feet almost lifted off the ground as the pressure cut off her breath.
"I wouldn't dare?"
Ethan gave a cold laugh. "You're right, I can't bear to hit you. Because hitting you isn't enough. I wish I could kill you."
Roxanne choked hard, coughing as her body struggled for air. Her hands clawed at Ethan's wrist, fighting with every ounce of strength she had.
Three seconds later, he let go.
She dropped to the ground, coughing so violently she could barely breathe. It took a long moment before she could finally draw in air again. Her eyes were bloodshot, her face flushed.
Even though she had just been inches from death, Roxanne didn't look scared at all. Instead, she laughed. "Before I die, I still want to see you and Dawn get divorced first. When are you planning to bring that up?"
The night wrapped Ethan's face in shadows. His features were sharp and unreadable. He said nothing.
Something like a storm passed through his dark eyes as he glared at her for a long moment, then turned and got into the car.
The door slammed shut with a deafening bang.
The silver Maybach sped away, its tires nearly brushing Roxanne's legs.
She stood still for a moment, eyes closed, the veins at her temple throbbing.
Of course, she knew Ethan didn't love her. He probably hated her enough to want her dead after how she'd been pushing him lately.
But so what?
Men were like fruit on a tree. You'd never know if it was sweet unless you plucked it first.
Roxanne didn't notice that Dawn was there. After standing for a while, she got into her own car and left.
In the dim night, Dawn's face was pale.
The ride back to Seabrook was silent. The kind of silence that happens when both people have secrets they'll never share.
When they arrived, Jonathan stopped Dawn as she was about to go upstairs.
"You ... "
"Whatever it is, save it for tomorrow. I'm tired."
She didn't want to hear a thing. All she wanted was to sleep.
As soon as she entered her room, she unzipped her dress while walking. It slipped off her shoulders and fell to the floor, revealing her perfect figure.
She was about to shower, but as she passed the dresser, something caught her attention.

Ethan ... what are you trying to do?
What is it that I'm not supposed to know?
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