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“He told me.”
He nods. “It’s part of the reason, yes.”
“And you married Elsa’s mother.”
“Correct. Both women were…how to put it? Beautifully broken. At least, Abby was. Alicia slowly disintegrated from Jonathan.”
“What?”
“She pulled away from him after Aiden’s birth. He became her world and Jonathan was second.”
“That’s not what Aiden said. He mentioned it was Jonathan who pulled away.”
“Aiden was just a kid. He had no idea what was going on between his parents.”
“And you do?”
“Despite our rivalry, Jonathan and I remained friends. We talked.”
“Did you continue to share?”
He laughs, the sound light and amused. “Our wives? Absolutely not.”
Phew. Then whatever Layla heard about Ethan’s wife having an affair with Jonathan must’ve been a stupid rumour all along.
“So what happened? What caused you both to be at each other’s throats?”
“They both fucked up,” Agnus says from the front seat, making his presence known.
Ethan releases a breath that seems exasperated, but he nods. “We did. For net profit rivalry reasons, Jonathan arranged for someone to burn down my main coal factory in Birmingham. Due to a miscalculation, the factory caught fire while people were inside and many passed away.”
“The Great Birmingham Fire,” I gasp. It was all over the news back then. I can’t believe Jonathan was behind that.
“So you kidnapped Aiden as retaliation?” I ask.
“Correct. Though, due to another miscalculation, he was tortured for more than a week by my unwell wife and almost died. Alicia figured he was with us, and drove to find him, and that’s how she had her accident.”
“That’s why Jonathan blames you.” It
all makes sense now. His aggression towards Ethan is fuelled by the past, and although the man in front of me indulges him, there’s something else to it.
He’s not as closed off as Jonathan, and he doesn’t hold grudges as long either. The reason he’s been a thorn in Jonathan’s side is probably because it brings back memories from when they were rivals or frenemies or whatever their relationship was.
“You want to be friends with him again.” I don’t voice it as a question, because I’m almost sure that’s the case.
“Friends?” He chuckles. “Are we talking about the same Jonathan?”
“He’s not a stone and you know it.”
“But he’s perfect at emulating one.”
“That’s because you keep provoking him.”
“The only way he reacts.”
“Yeah, you’re right.” I smile. “But I don’t think he’s that immune to emotions. He might not feel them like everyone else, but they’re there, and I’m sure he also remembers your friendship.”
“I wouldn’t bet on it.”
