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After getting bandaged at the hospital, I returned home and sat on the sofa until three in the morning before Ethan finally came back, with Lily
in tow.
He carried Lily straight upstairs, completely ignoring me on the sofa.
“Ethan, put me down. Your wife is still here,” Lily reminded him softly, and only then did Ethan pause and look over.
“Your knee just got bandaged. Don’t move around,‘ Ethan patiently coaxed Lily, and afraid of upsetting her, he added, “We’re not married yet. She’s not my wife.”
He distanced himself from me completely, his indifferent expression as if he had never known me. The romantic proposal scene from yesterday seemed like a dream I had.
I looked up at the two of them. They looked like a loving couple, while I was the intruder, out of place.
Suppressing the pain in my heart, I smiled softly and said, “Ethan, I accepted your proposal yesterday.”
Ethan’s body stiffened, and he looked troubled. Before, he had been afraid I wouldn’t accept his proposal. Now, he was afraid that I had
accepted it.
He didn’t answer me immediately. Instead, he lowered his gaze and gently comforted Lily in his arms, “Be good. I’ll take you to your room to
rest first. I’ll handle things here.”
Throughout all this, he never once looked at me, either out of guilt or disgust.
I think he must have been disgusted with me. Ethan wouldn’t feel guilty; he would only blame my existence for interfering with his freedom
with Lily.
After a while, Ethan finally came down from upstairs and sat across from me.
We once had countless intimate moments, but now it felt like an entire galaxy separated us.
“What’s the deal with Lily?” I asked.
“Natalie, let’s not rush into the wedding,” he said softly.
I knew why, but I still asked, “Because of her? Are you planning to marry her?”
“Lily’s not in a good emotional state. I’m afraid of upsetting her. She’s suffered a lot these years, and I want to make it up to her.”
Although I already had the answer in my heart, hearing Ethan say it out loud still made my heart clench painfully. Tears welled up uncontrollably.
I’m not the cool, calm protagonist from a novel. I’m just an ordinary person who cries and becomes hysterical when faced with betrayal from
the one I love.
“Ethan, why are you doing this to me? You feel sorry for her, but do you feel sorry for me? We’ve been together for seven years! The wedding invitations have already been sent out, and now you want to postpone our marriage for her? Should I step down and give the bride’s position to
her?”
“Natalie! Keep your voice down. Lily is still sleeping. This has nothing to do with her! It’s me who wants to make amends!”
Ethan pinched the bridge of his nose, looking extremely impatient.
My emotions exploded, and I raised my hand to slap Ethan.
But before my hand could land, a small figure rushed forward and stood in front of Ethan.
8:41 AM
