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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

The next instance I encountered Ethan Williams, I was resting in a hospital room.


I had fainted outside a supermarket when the discomfort in my abdomen became intolerable. Before I could even take my medicine, I lost consciousness, and a compassionate stranger brought me here.


Ethan's anxious face appeared as I opened my eyes drowsily. His worry seemed unfamiliar to me now.


"What brings you here?" I inquired, my voice raspy.


"I'm your spouse," he answered, his tone defensive, almost offended. "Naturally, the medical center contacted me first."


I exhaled softly and asked, "Have you submitted the divorce documents yet?"


His posture tensed, and for a moment, he remained silent. Then, after what seemed like forever, he finally spoke.


Chapter 10