People didn’t talk about Ethan Ward like they talked about men.
They talked about him like a monument.
A skyline builder. A real-estate king. The man whose smile appeared on magazine covers beside phrases like visionary and philanthropist. Cameras loved him. Investors trusted him. Society admired him.
And standing beside him in every glossy photo was his wife — elegant, quiet, perfectly placed.
Lena Ward.
What the world never saw was the version of Ethan she lived with.
The sharpened voice behind closed doors. The way his jaw tightened when something threatened his control. The truth that to Ethan, life was a transaction — and people were assets he discarded the moment they stopped benefiting him.
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