Chapter twenty two

Katherine’s POV

My mind is made up.

I licked my lips and bit the tips of my nails worriedly, thinking through what I was about to do.

I rarely saw Ethan at home anymore and quite frankly, I don't even care anymore. All I wanted was my son and to get the hell out of here.

I had been toying with the idea in my mind, but not until last night did I finally decide to go ahead with it.

I was lying down, half asleep on the bed when I heard shuffling movements. Quickly, I shut my eyes and steadied my breathing, pretending to be asleep. Ethan stumbled into the room, smelling weird. The familiar smell of alcohol was wafting off him but that wasn't what caught my attention.

It was the underlying scent of perfume.

Not just any perfume, but a woman's. Sheila's.

Horror clouded my mind for a moment as I pondered what Ethan might have done with her. I resisted the urge to vomit and in so doing my breathing changed, informing Ethan that I wasn't asleep anymore.

Thankfully, he was too wasted to do anyt