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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?"

Graveyard Whispers and Store-Bought Love

I awoke to find Ethan Williams standing beside my bed. He grasped my hand anxiously and said, "Zoe, I've arranged a consultation with an expert. We'll start with a comprehensive check-up, then decide on the best course of action."


His concern left me unmoved. Instead, I felt an intense wave of annoyance. I attempted to withdraw my hand, but he only held on tighter.


As I resisted, my stomach twisted painfully.


I couldn't contain it any longer. I bent over and threw up.


Having skipped dinner the previous night, all that emerged was bitter, yellow bile. The viscous fluid splashed onto the bedding and my nightwear, filling the room with a pungent, acidic odor.


I looked up and caught sight of Ethan's expression.


He wore a deep scowl, trying to conceal his reaction, but the revulsion in his gaze was clear.


I forced a grin and asked, "Ethan, do you recall our junior year? When you asked me to launder your teammates' uniforms?"


Chapter 7