Lahat ng Kabanata ng After He Let Go: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

Ethan came down from the small stage with the cream-colored envelope in his hand.The reception was held in the west ballroom of the Langford Hotel, where the chandeliers were low, the champagne never seemed to run out, and everyone spoke in the polished, careful voices people used at charity dinners. It was an annual thank-you event between our hotel group and the children's heart foundation Ethan's hospital had worked with for years.The envelope in his hand was part of my work.A week at Halewick Cay, the private island resort my team had spent nearly a year preparing for launch. Ocean villa, flights included, a private walkthrough of the beach ceremony site. On paper, it was a VIP stay for one of the foundation's most important doctors. To everyone else, it was probably just another expensive vacation.To me, the closest thing to an open door that Ethan had ever received.Eight years ago, when we were still young enough to make promises without fearing the cost, he had told me he w

By the time we got home from dropping Mia off, it was almost one in the morning.The elevator carried us up in silence. In the mirrored doors, Ethan and I stood side by side like a couple in an expensive advertisement: well dressed, composed, respectable. From the outside, no one would have guessed that there was almost nothing left to say between us.When we stepped into the apartment, Ethan dropped his keys into the ceramic bowl by the door.We had bought that bowl the first year we moved in together. It had a chip on one side from when I knocked it against a moving box, and I used to say we should replace it. Ethan had always refused. He said a home needed a few imperfect things, or it looked like a showroom.Now the bowl sat exactly where it always had, familiar and strange at the same time."I'm going to take a shower," he said, loosening his tie. "We'll talk after."I nodded.He seemed relieved by my silence, or maybe he was simply too tired to start another conversation. A few m

Julian Reed was waiting at baggage claim when I landed at Halewick.He wore a white shirt with the sleeves rolled to his elbows, one hand holding a paper coffee cup, the other holding a cardboard sign with my name written across it in terrible handwriting.CLAIRE BENNETT, PROFESSIONAL ISLAND ESCAPE ARTIST.I stopped in front of him. "Really?"He smiled. "Maya said you might need a dramatic entrance.""Maya says a lot of things.""She also said if I let you answer work emails after midnight, she'd throw both of us into the ocean."For the first time in days, I laughed.Julian had known me long before Ethan became my fiancé. We went to the same high school, lost touch through college, and found each other again years later at a travel partnership dinner, where he had been invited as one of the airline representatives. By then, he was already a captain. Calm, steady, and careful in a way that never felt cold, though he still needed three tries to back a rental car into a tight space and p

For the rest of that day, blocking Claire felt like winning.Ethan went to the research dinner, answered questions, shook hands with senior surgeons, and listened to Keller praise Mia's presentation as if nothing had happened. He smiled when he was supposed to smile, made the right comments, and left early, telling everyone he had notes to review.Back in his hotel room, the victory started to wear off.There was nothing from Claire, of course. There could not be. He had blocked her. Still, the absence bothered him more than any message could have.He opened Maya's Instagram again through Ben's profile. There were more photos now: Halewick at sunset, the ceremony lawn, Maya laughing with flowers in her hair, Claire standing near the water in that white dress with her heels in one hand.Julian appeared in the background of one photo, carrying a box of programs. In another, he stood beside Claire while she spoke to a vendor. He was not leaning too close or doing anything Ethan could reas

Ethan flew back the next morning.Mia tried to talk to him twice on the plane. The first time, she asked if he wanted coffee. The second time, she said she was sorry things had gone badly at Halewick.He only said, "It's fine."After that, she stopped trying.At baggage claim, she stayed beside him longer than necessary, one hand on the handle of her suitcase."Dr. Hayes," she said, "do you want me to come with you?""No."The answer came out too quickly.Mia's face changed, but she covered it with a small nod. "Okay. Text me if you need anything."He did not answer.By the time Ethan reached the apartment, it was already dark. He stood in the hallway for a moment before unlocking the door, expecting, out of habit, to hear something from inside. The television. Claire's hair dryer. Music from the kitchen while she made tea.There was only silence.He opened the door and stepped in.The first thing he noticed was the entryway.Claire's tote bag was gone from the hook by the door. The pa