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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 whirled around suddenly, coming face to face with Ethan Williams' reddened eyes. His expression contorted with rage, causing my pulse to quicken involuntarily.


"Is this the reason you dressed as if attending a funeral? To visit your deceased paramour?" His words were cutting, dripping with bitterness.


"Had I not trailed you due to a nagging suspicion, I would've remained oblivious to the fact that I've been merely a replacement for half a decade. Zoe, you've truly outdone yourself this time."


Ethan's gaze seethed with the intensity of an untamed beast.


Previously, I would have been gripped by fear, terrified at the prospect of his departure. However, now that these hidden truths were exposed, I felt an unexpected sense of calm.


I rose slowly, just as a sudden breeze swept through. It caught the medical report I had placed on the grave, sending it sailing through the air until it landed directly at Ethan's feet.


I stood motionless, my eyes fixed on the document.


Chapter 5