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For eight years, I maintained a clandestine romance with my closest friend's sibling.
In the open, Ethan behaved as if I were merely his professional assistant; behind closed doors, he lavished me with affection, murmuring tender declarations of love during our countless intimate evenings.
I unexpectedly stumbled upon a one-of-a-kind engagement ring he had bought. This particular ring could only be customized once in a person's lifetime.
Elated, I trailed him to an elaborately prepared location, only to witness Ethan down on one knee before a woman who looked remarkably similar to me.
His face was streaked with tears as he pledged that she would be his sole life partner.
Following his successful proposal, several of Ethan's companions congratulated him while jokingly remarking, "At last, your genuine 'sweetheart' has come back. So, when do you intend to dismiss that substitute songbird at your place?" one of them quipped.
Ethan exhaled a cloud of smoke, his expression inscrutable and dark. "That unfortunate girl is madly in love with me. She can't survive without my presence. We'll address that matter gradually."
I pressed my hand firmly against my mouth to suppress my weeping and turned to send a message home. [Mom, I'm ready to proceed with the arranged marriage.]
By chance, the day Ethan held his nuptials happened to coincide with the auspicious date I selected for my own marriage registration.
Upon seeing the photograph I shared announcing my matrimony, his complexion instantly drained of color.

From Hidden Love to Heartbreak and Revenge

Several attendants restrained me as I helplessly shut my eyes, enduring their rough handling during the search.


The situation was incredibly stressful, and after being thoroughly examined, I felt completely defeated and on the brink of collapse.


Catherine finally broke the silence once the search concluded, her voice feigning astonishment.


She delved into her purse and retrieved the engagement ring. "Oh dear, how careless of me. I must have forgotten to put it back after washing my hands," she declared with an exaggerated exhale.


Turning to face me, she added with a forced grin, "Miss Johnson, I sincerely apologize... It appears I made a mistake about you. Please forgive me."


Catherine uttered her apology, but immediately afterward, she concealed her face and dashed out, weeping.


Ethan merely cast a brief look at me, remained silent, and promptly pursued Catherine, hurrying to console her.


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