NovelEnglishBook3 Chapter5.
The salty sea breeze whipped across my face, stinging my skin. Jessica's laughter drifted down from the second
floor. | looked up and saw Ethan Harris gently blowdrying Jessica's hair, his careful and loving movements so
familiar. Jessica was comfortably nestled in his arms, while I, the one who once belonged there, had becjust
an observer.
| was frozen in place by that laughter.
What if-what if | told him that I'm the one who's supposed to be his fiancée? Ethan Harris is a man who takes
responsibility seriously — what would he do then?
| don't want his pity; | just want Ethan Harris to love me.
By the t| had composed myself and returned, it was already the middle of the night, but Grace was still
awake.
"Ethan figured it out on his own. Even though he's lost his memory, he hasn't forgotten his old instincts."
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"I know."
Ethan has always been smart. It's no surprise he noticed Detective Parker's subtle attempts to get close to him.
"And his parents? Did Detective Parker tell him?"
The air was silent for a few seconds. "He was told it was a car accident."
I nodded, not saying anything further. At least that explanation was something he could accept.
"Ethan said that after the wedding, he's coming back to Maplewoodwith us."
After a long pause, | finally spoke, "He's established a life here, it's only right for him to take his wife back to see
his parents... It's the right thing to do."
"Did Ethan ask you?"
| thought about the man who had waited forat the door.
"He did, but | didn't say anything. Don't worry."
"Sienna, you know that's not what we meant."
| clutched my stomach, where the pain was radiating, "But it's what | mean."
From eighteen to twenty-eight, ten whole years- beca part of Ethan Harris had my life, entwined in my most
precious memories like a vine. Now, as he's being torn away, it's as if I'm being ripped apart, leavingbloody
and broken.
By the third day here, my insomnia had returned. | lay awake until dawn, with only two days left before their
wedding. Early in the morning, Jessica's voice echoed through the courtyard as she organized the preparations.
"Here, | want a floral arch with red roses. How long does the red carpet need to be?
How big should the backdrop be? Ethan, if we don't have a photo wall, you're in big trouble!"
Her voice carried on through the courtyard. | buried my head under the covers, but Jessica's voice pierced
straight through.
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We had a wedding planned too. The aisle was lined with white jasmine from his proposal, and the bouquet was
handmade by Ethan-orange freesias, their scent sweet with a hint of freshness. The guests' chairs were adorned
with orange ribbons, and we had revised the menu four times before finally settling on the dishes. Even the
wedding favors were chosen together, with our cartoon likenesses printed on the boxes.
He held my hand as we walked down that long flowered aisle, his warm hand trembling slightly. It was only a
rehearsal, but he was already so nervous.
Everything was going perfectly, but then cthe mission that night.
He never got the chance to place the wedding ring on my finger, never got to seein the wedding dress
embroidered with his name.
He kept apologizing, saying he'd be back in a week. Just one week, and he'd cright back to marry me. So |
waited. | waited five years, only to hear that he was marrying someone else.
By the t| finished getting ready and went outside, the courtyard was bustling with people setting up for the
wedding. As soon as Jessica saw me, she ran over, "Sienna, | need a small favor from you."
The last thing | expected was for Jessica to askto help with her wedding.
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