Ethan sat on the couch while Alistair continued with his cigar and brandy.

"Ethan, you have to let me explain. I only did it because I loved and wanted you."

Ethan was sick of seeing Gwen, he only cared about finding Theresa—although he had no idea where she was—or if he'd even find her.

"Gwen, could you just not talk about yourself for once in your life? Theresa is somewhere in the middle of nowhere, under the "care" of Alistair and his goons…the least of my problems is you."

Gwen kind of huffed and puffed.

"Uh? You know Ethan, we are eventually going to have to talk about this. I never wanted to hurt you, I know you're in pain right now, over losing your trust in me, but we can work on it, me you, and our daughter."

Ethan closed his eyes in frustration. He had heard it enough. "Gwen, for the last time—she's not your daughter. She is Theresa's and mine. Besides, WE only have temporary custody."

Gwen sighed and ready for take out. "JANE IS M—Ethan cur her off

"Gwen, I don't want to hear anything about you, you, or you. Theresa is in a great deal of trouble."

"And I'm supposed to care whether she lives or dies?"

Ethan gave her a disgusted look, and then looked at Alistair.

"You will tell me where Theresa is, or I swear to god, you will pay!"

"Oh Ethan, don't you get tired of the empty threats? I'm more scared of Theresa, than I am of you. At least she has the nerve to try and kill me. Except for all the cowards out there that have promised me dead, she's the only one with the face and fire to do it."

"Listen, you old bastard—"

"Ethan, you should really be more kind to the elderly", Alistair chuckled."

"You son of a bitch. Where the hell is Theresa?"

"Well, see, here's the thing. Part of the deal was that if you didn't believe her, then she would be mine forever."

"Y-yours…forever?" Ethan choked.

"Yes Ethan, and you know, Theresa can be so dreamy when she wants to be. The classic starry-eyed girl, waiting for her prince Charming. Only this time, there isn't a happily ever after."

Ethan slouched down on the couch and buried his face in his hands.

Ethan got up, tearing the hair from his scalp. He was speechless. Theresa was at the mercy because she believed in his own love for her too much? That's not fair. She's given up everything for me, her life, and her freedom. What is the matter with me? How could I have been so blind? Theresa doesn't do things to prove she's innocent when she's guilty—when the truth comes out, she admits it. Why do I have to be so stubborn? Why didn't I trust her, like she trusted me? I don't deserve half of what she's given me. So what am I going to do about it now?

Ethan looked down at his hand, and gazed at his wedding band. This is supposed to represent, love, honor and hope. But every time I look at it, I see betrayal and hate. He slowly took it off, and handed it to Gwen.

"Ethan, what are you doing?"

"Its over Gwen. It has been for a long time. You aren't the person I grew up with, you've become something that disgusts me, and I want a divorce."

"Ethan, wait, before you make any rash decisions, think about it. Who made me this way—Ther—"

"YOU. And you alone. Theresa takes the responsibility for her actions, and she doesn't blame you. You are responsible for your own actions, and choices, nobody else."

Ethan took off out the door in search of Theresa—This time she was going to do something he hadn't done in a long time.

Follow his heart.