Graveyard Whispers and Store-Bought Love

In my third year of matrimony with Ethan Williams, his former sweetheart unexpectedly resurfaced in our lives, now working as a humble retail assistant.

Ethan, filled with compassion for her unfortunate circumstances, acquired the entire establishment as a "reunion present."

His extravagant act became the talk of our social circle. Meanwhile, I, his spouse, became the subject of ridicule—Mrs. Williams, the naive fool.

I remained silent. Instead, I dispatched a courteous floral arrangement to the newly acquired store. Then, dressed in somber attire, I visited his sibling's final resting place to release my anguish.

"Ethan," I murmured, my tears dampening the stone, "I've discovered a means to escape your brother's grip. Though he shares your gaze, he's a different person entirely."

My words lingered in the silence, laden with sorrow, until a recognizable voice behind me inquired: "What on earth did you just say?"