Earlier, when he walked in, he’d seen his mother, Diane Carter, stretched comfortably across the recliner with a blanket over her legs and a smoothie in her hand.
His younger sisters had taken over the couch.
Vanessa Carter was busy scrolling through designer handbags on a brand-new iPhone Ethan had bought her for graduation.
Courtney Carter sat laughing at TikTok videos on her tablet.
Madison Carter complained loudly because her food delivery forgot extra sauce.
Burger wrappers, milkshake cups, and fries covered the coffee table.
The air smelled like expensive perfume and takeout grease.
Ethan paid for all of it.
Every bill.
Every subscription.
Every luxury.
“Where’s Olivia?” he asked.
Vanessa barely looked up.
“In the kitchen, probably.”
“Probably?”
Courtney shrugged carelessly.
“She said she’d clean everything.”
Madison laughed.
“She’s home all day anyway.”
Diane calmly sipped her drink.
“Your wife likes taking care of the house,” she added smoothly. “It gives her purpose.”
Ethan said nothing.
But his heartbeat had already started changing.
Something dark and heavy settled in his chest as he walked toward the kitchen.
Then he saw her.
Olivia Carter stood barefoot at the sink, one hand pressed against her swollen stomach while the other struggled to scrub hardened grease from a baking tray.
Dirty dishes towered around her.
Soap floated across cloudy water.
Her oversized T-shirt carried bleach stains.
Her face looked pale.
Exhausted.