“What did you want to talk about?” I ask Ethan.
He leans an elbow on the armrest between us and pins me down like a lab researcher would do to his guinea pig. “Why don’t you tell me, Aurora? What’s your secret?”
My heart pounds at that word. Secret. Whenever someone says it, I feel like my past will come running in and ruin any type of stability I’ve been building for years. Not that Ethan would know anything about it.
Right?
Adopting my nonchalant tone, I say, “My secret concerning what?”
“Concerning how Jonathan treats you. He’s never shown his true feelings about anyone — at least not until he crushes them. Hell, he didn’t even act this way towards his father and brother when they were alive.”
“Was he…close to them?”
“Yes, especially James.”
My chest falls at what Jonathan must’ve felt when he lost his only brother. I know he died of an accident that also took away Astrid’s mother, but that’s not all. He was an addict prior to that. I could almost imagine Jonathan wanting to help him and not finding the right way to, because he sucks at offering emotional support.
“At first, I thought you were holding something over his head.” Ethan taps his fingers on the armrest. “But we both know Jonathan is the type who holds things over people’s heads, not the other way around.”
“You can say that again.”
“So what is it? The Alicia angle?”
“I don’t know. You can ask him yourself if you’re so curious.”
“That would get my head on a platter, and I kind of need it. My head, I mean.”
I clear my throat. “May I ask you something?”
“Of course.”
“Elsa mentioned that Jonathan and you fell apart because he blames you for Alicia’s death. Is that the case?”
“Not entirely. That was the final straw.” He sighs, and his gaze seems to be trapped someplace in the past. “It all started with our loathsome rivalry and games. We used to play a lot of them when we were younger. Jonathan refused to lose and I was the same. When we graduated from university and each of us took reign of part of the family business, we rivalled each other in profit margin and stock value. Then it extended to other things. Gambling. Property. Women.”
“Women?”
“Yes. We shared women. Occasionally at the same time.”
“Oh.” My lips fall open. I kind of find it hard to imagine Jonathan and Ethan doing threesomes.
“Is there a problem?”
“No, it’s just that Jonathan is possessive.”
“Of you, and of his wife, perhaps, but he wasn’t in the past. He didn’t care enough about anyone to be possessive.”
“So you, like, had threesomes…right?” I whisper, not sure if Agnus and the driver should be privy to this conversation.
“We had. Don’t get me wrong, we didn’t touch each other, but we got off on the same things. Not to mention, we were somehow always attracted to the same type of women.”
“Looks-wise?”
“No.” A mischievous smirk tilts his lips. “Personality-wise. Both of us could sense their demons, their mental scars, and I guess we were attracted to the broken sides of them.”
“Is that why he married Alicia? Aside from the revenge, I mean.”
“You know about that.”