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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

Despite my objections, Ethan Williams insisted on taking me to the hospital.


As the nurse conducted examinations, his phone kept vibrating. I noticed Claire's name on the screen.


Unexpectedly, Ethan declined the call without hesitation. Catching my eye, he declared, as if trying to make a point, "I'm here with you, Zoe. Why would I answer her call?"


However, as if to challenge his determination, the phone rang once more. And then again.


Ethan's composure began to crumble. With a frustrated exhale, he finally picked up.


"Claire, I'm occupied at the moment. I'll get back to you later."


For the first time, I heard him address Claire in such a brusque manner. It was like observing someone flip a switch—his demeanor changing more rapidly than turning pages in a book.


But then, a small, weeping voice came through the speaker.


"Ethan, Mommy got hurt! She tumbled off a chair while moving a blanket, and now she's immobile. Please come and assist her!"


Chapter 8