Even though he was clean shaven, Ethan looked haggard. His hair needed cutting and he wore work clothes and not the usual
suits. This wasn't what caught her attention though. He hadn't noticed her yet, and she was able to see the unguarded look of...happiness
in his eyes.
She started to sweat feeling nervous and caught. Did he know about the lovers? The many gifts she had bought for them? The
homes she had them living in with her husbands money? "Good morning, Ethan," she said lovingly.
He masked his expression immediately giving her a wary look before biting into his sandwich.
Lynne stared at him noticing the cocky way he stood as if he had conquered the world. "You didn't come home last night and you
didn't call."
"I slept on site," he explained.
"You never sleep on site," she noted.
He only shrugged not going into any more explanation than what he already had. "I was tired. I didn't feel like driving. More or less
I passed out over some plans I've been working on."
Lynne busied herself by making coffee knowing her husband was being evasive for other reasons.
He didn't speak, but took another bite.
"Kristen also tells me you've got a private project in the works."
He stiffened. "What else did she tell you?"
This was the Ethan she was use to with the familiar growl. Now she would be able to work her wiles on him. Moving slowly and
seductively, each move made to draw the eye of any man except her husband who only turned his back on her. With two more bites he
purposely hurried and finished the sandwich and used the opportunity to get him something to drink pushing past her to get to the
refrigerator.
Lynne didn't like being ignored and the man she had devoted her life to was doing just that. Matter of fact, this man had purposely
gone out of his way to avoid her for the last three weeks. "What's going on, Ethan?"
"What do you mean?" he asked innocently.
"I mean you aren't doing things normally Ethan. his isn't like you and I don't like it."
He closed the refrigerator quietly and sat on the stools by the sink in the middle of the kitchen facing his wife. The water chose this
time to sound off startling her frazzled nerves.
Slamming the pot on another eye, she faced him waiting impatiently for an answer folding her arms across her chest and even
tapping her foot.
He looked remotely amused as he surveyed his wife's upset condition. She was nothing like Nicole or should he say Nicole was
nothing like her mother. So was his plan for revenge against this trifling woman going to be worth it in the end when he would have to break
Nicole's heart? Just thinking about those beautiful brown eyes welling with tears over his betrayal turned an invisible screwdriver in his
heart.
Ethan hardened his emotions to this. Keeping his eye on the goal he'd set for himself would make all this worthwhile then he could
go on with his life staying very far away from women in general. He realized that it didn't matter what color they were all of them were
nothing, but a bunch of trouble and now he knew why his father had died lonely and bitchy.
"I would like you to pack your things and get out. Before you leave, you'll place all the keys I've ever given you on this table. After
all of that, you'll go to your lawyer, which I know you have and have him draw up divorce papers. You'll initialize the process because you
will not get one red cent of anything I have."