Zoe, I'm not done fighting for you.
His own words rang in his head long after he pressed send.
Ethan Carter sat at the kitchen island, staring down at his phone like it might burn through his hands. His laptop was open in front of him, but he couldn't bring himself to look at it. Not when everything that actually mattered was slipping away. He hadn't slept. Couldn't. Not after the way she looked at him last night, like a stranger she had already buried.
He replayed it all. Her voice. Her eyes. He couldn't stop seeing it, the way her fingers shook as she handed him the envelope.
Divorce.
The word kept slicing through his thoughts, over and over, blunt and brutal, refusing to let him breathe.
He hadn't even opened the damn thing. Couldn't. It was still there on the console, accusing him. Mocking him.
She'd actually gone through with it.
God. He never thought she would. Not Zoe.
His Zoe.
He used to think her silence was forgiveness. That her loyalty was forever. He thought he had time.
He'd been so, so wrong.
Now all he felt was this empty, biting ache in his chest, like someone had reached inside him while he slept and stolen the one thing that made him feel whole.
He'd lost her.
No.
Not yet.
Not if he could still breathe.
Zoe sipped her coffee slowly, scrolling through the email again.
She'd read it three times already.
Short. Direct. Desperate.
It wasn't like him.
Ethan Carter was a man who knew how to write a persuasive pitch, not plead like a heartbroken lover.
But maybe that's all he was to her now, she thought, a distant voice trying too late.
She closed the email and set her phone down with a shaky exhale, forcing herself to ignore the ache twisting in her chest. She had a meeting in two hours, and falling apart wasn't on her calendar. A campaign launch to finalize. A whole life to live.
Without him.
She stood to fix her lipstick, and flinched at the knock on her front door.
No one ever knocked this early.
She froze.
And in that instant, her heart betrayed her.
It was him.
Of course it was him.
Ethan stood outside her apartment door, his fists tightened at his sides., like he was holding himself together by pure force. He hadn't planned this. He just… ended up there.
Somehow, between the 3 a.m. breakdown and his 7 a.m. regret, his car had taken him straight to her building. He hadn't even thought. He just moved.
He could almost still smell her shampoo, hovering somewhere deep in his mind like a ghost he couldn't shake.
Zoe pulled the door open just enough to see him, her eyes guarded and tired.
Her eyes narrowed. "You shouldn't be here."
"I know."
"You sent me an email. That was enough."
"It just… it wasn't enough for me anymore."
She stepped out into the hallway, closing the door behind her with a quiet finality. "So now what, Ethan? You want to talk? Cry? Suddenly remember how to love me now that I'm leaving?"
His jaw tightened. "I've always loved you."
"No," she said sharply. "You loved the idea of me. The convenience. The support. You didn't love me. Not when it mattered."
He swallowed. "Zoe, I messed up. I got lost in the hustle. I thought I had more time to get it right."
She laughed bitterly. "Time doesn't pause just because you're chasing success."
He stepped closer."I know I don't deserve your forgiveness right now. I'm just asking you to hear me out."
Her arms folded. Her guard was sky-high, bulletproof.
He couldn't blame her.
"I've been reliving every moment," he said. "Trying to pinpoint where I lost you. "I think it started the first time I missed dinner and didn't even bother to call. Or maybe when I stopped seeing that look in your eyes… the one that was begging me to just be there." He swallowed hard. "You kept asking for love in all those quiet, gentle ways… and all I gave you back was silence."
Zoe turned her face away, blinking back tears, her breath caught in her chest.
"I hate the man I was back then," Ethan said softly. "But I promise you… I'm not that man anymore."
She scoffed. "What, now that you're lonely? You want credit for realizing too late?"
"No." He drew in a trembling breath, his voice low and rough. "I want to find my way back to you… and this time, I want to earn it." If that means standing outside your door every damn day until you believe me, I'll do it."
Her eyes snapped to his. "You can't just mend a broken heart because you're sorry, Ethan."
"I'm not just sorry," he said, his voice cracking with something deep and real. "I feel wrecked."
There was a pause.
"You left me," he whispered. "But I left you first. I know that now."
Zoe dropped her gaze to her bare feet, her hands shaking softly at her sides.
"Why now?" she whispered, her voice barely holding itself together. "Why not months ago? Why didn't you come to me when I was hurting?"
"Because I was arrogant," he said. "I thought you'd never leave. And then you did."
For a brief moment, something in her eyes softened, just a tiny flicker of the woman who used to love him so easily. A crack.
And then it was gone.
"This doesn't change anything," she said, voice firm again.
"I know. But it's a start."
She turned toward her door.
He panicked. "Let me take you to dinner."
She paused.
"Not as your husband," he added quickly. "Just as a man who wants to see you smile again."
Her breath caught in her throat. "Please… don't make promises you'll end up breaking."
"I won't," he said softly, his eyes locked on hers with quiet certainty. "Not this time."
She didn't say yes.
But she didn't say no. Not yet.
Later that night, Zoe found herself standing in front of her closet, eyes fixed on the red dress hanging there, her mind tangled with thoughts she couldn't untangle.
The one Ethan used to call trouble on heels.
Her hand lingered over it.
She didn't know if she was going to dinner or walking into another emotional ambush.
But a part of her needed to see what was left.
Of him and of them.
She took it off the hanger with trembling hands, her heart thudding hard against her ribs.
Across town, Ethan sat alone at the restaurant table, glancing at his watch for what felt like the hundredth time, hope and fear battling quietly in his chest.
Maybe she wouldn't come. Maybe he'd ruined this beyond repair.
And then he saw her.
She walked in like a storm dressed in silk.
And his breath left his body like she'd knocked it out of him.
Zoe.
She sat down across from him without a word.
He reached for the wine list.
She reached for his soul with one look.
Under the table, his leg bounced uncontrollably, like a man who'd just watched his entire future walk in and sit down in front of him.
Zoe leaned forward, her voice soft but edged with steel.
"If you hurt me again, Ethan…
I won't just leave next time.
I'll burn everything we built.
And I'll smile while I watch it fall."