"Ethan, I never wanted us to be enemies. But for Isabella, I guess we have no choice except to be rivals."
Harold looked right at him. "From now on, don’t hurt Isabella again. I won’t let you, Ethan."
Ethan forced a half-smile. "Hurt her? That’s the last thing I’d ever do. All I want now is to take care of her. But she doesn’t want me in her life anymore."
He thought about this morning, how he’d waited outside her house at sunrise, breakfast in hand, hoping she’d at least talk to him. She wouldn’t even open the door. She’d rather skip breakfast than accept anything from him.
Ethan set his coffee cup down and stood. "Thanks for seeing me, Harold."
Harold walked him to the door.
At the elevator, before the doors slid open, Ethan turned back. "I don’t want us to be enemies either, but I guess that’s where we are now. Our friendship ends here, Harold."
He couldn’t see Harold as a friend anymore, and Harold felt the same. They were rivals now, and when two people love the same woman, all the old friendship just disappears.
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