Ethan took a furtive glance around the apartment. It wasn't big, but he could feel Olivia's presence in every corner.

When he noticed the baby crib in her room, he remembered that it was the only thing she'd taken with her when she'd left him. As the realization washed over him, his heart turned into a jumbled mess.

After seeing her jump off the building that day, he'd come to realize one thing.

He'd followed after her without hesitation, which made him understand that he couldn't stop loving her no matter how much he hated her.

His love and hate were intertwined. They fused into a prickly bramble full of thorns, coiling tightly around the two of them. It was as though the more he pushed her off into the dark, the closer he got to the edge of a cliff himself.

Ethan picked up a soft toy on the bed. Olivia had always hugged it to make herself sleep for countless nights in the past two years.

If only that incident hadn't happened, he would have been a good husband to Olivia and