My Fiancé Returned... with His Wife novel Chapter 1

Ethan Harris pursued me for two years and cherished me for five.

Five years ago, the news of his death in the line of duty shattered me.

But today, five years later, I received a call from Detective John Parker.

He told me that not only is Ethan alive, but he's also living well—though...

He's about to get married.

As I embarked on the journey to that distant coastal town, Detective Parker and the

other officers tried to talk me out of it.

Accepting reality was one thing, but letting go was something I couldn't manage.

I gently ran my fingers over the simple ring in my hand, the ring Ethan Harris had

once proposed to me with.

He was my fiancé—how could he just marry someone else?

After the plane ride, the five-hour, bumpy bus journey left me feeling nauseous and

barely able to hold it together.

Finally, after a grueling ten-hour trip, the four of us arrived at the small town.

"There it is."

Detective Parker pointed to a bed and breakfast named "Ocean Breeze Inn." This

once unnoticed inn had suddenly gained fame online after a group of tourists posted

some photos.

In the photos, the inn's owner, though only shown from the side, had captivated

countless people.

Detective Parker glanced at me, hesitating before speaking, "He doesn't remember

anything from the past, so please..."

I stared at the door, my senses numbed as if the world around me had come to a

standstill.

As Detective Parker pushed open the door, a wind chime made of seashells rang out

melodiously.

Before me was a spacious courtyard, with a pebble-stone path leading to the main

house. A large swing hung in the yard, and a Labrador lounged lazily in the sun

alongside a few cats. I was surprised by the presence of these animals.

Suddenly, a tall, athletic figure emerged from behind a curtain of seashells.

He was wearing a black T-shirt, his arms sculpted and defined, with a side profile that

was sharp and unmistakable.

The moment I saw him, my body froze, a chill ran down my spine, and my mind went

blank—except for the intense focus on him.

The man before me rendered me completely immobile.

I had encountered people who bore a striking resemblance to Ethan Harris before,

even with the same small mole beneath their eye, but I could always tell they

weren't him.

This man, however, was vastly different from the Ethan I remembered—his features

were more mature, his face more chiseled, with a cold, distant edge to him.

Despite this, I couldn’t help but step closer, drawn in until I saw the small mole

beneath his eye and the thin red string around his neck…

“Ethan…” I struggled to keep my voice steady, softly whispering his name, afraid to

startle him.

He looked up at me, his eyes filled with nothing but confusion and unfamiliarity.

“What did you say?”

“Ethan Harris…” I barely managed to utter his name.

He replied coldly, “I’m sorry, miss, but I think you’ve mistaken me for someone else.”

But how could I mistake Ethan Harris? He was the most important person in my life.

Detective Parker quickly stepped in, pulling me back: “Apologies, we're looking to

book some rooms. Do you have any available?”

Ethan scrutinized us for a moment. “Yes, how many rooms do you need?”

“Two.”

“Come in.”

He turned and walked inside, not sparing me another glance. I had foolishly believed

that the moment he saw me, he would remember everything.

But the look in his eyes was so unfamiliar, almost as if he were repelled by me.

I hadn’t cried when I learned he was alive, nor when I found out he was getting

married.

But when he looked at me with those eyes, it felt as if my heart was being crushed in

a vice, the pain unbearable, and tears began to fall uncontrollably.

Detective Parker handed our IDs to the man, urging him to hurry with the check-in

process.

As the man took the IDs, I noticed that his left pinky was missing a piece, and there

was a slight limp in his right leg as he walked.

I covered my mouth, trying to hide my shock.

I quickly turned away, not wanting him to see my reaction.

Detective Parker took the room keys and hurried me along to our rooms.

I sat alone in the room for a long time, until I could finally speak again. “How did he

end up like this?”

During the journey, I had vowed that when I saw him, I would slap him hard—the

traitor who had forgotten the promises we made!

But when I actually saw him, my anger instantly turned to sympathy.

All I wanted to do was hold him tightly…

I stayed alone in the room for so long that Grace, worried about me, forcibly brought

me out.

In the backyard, everyone was gathered around, enjoying a barbecue. I immediately

spotted Ethan Harris, busy with the grill, while Detective Parker stood beside him,

the two of them chatting and laughing.

“Sienna, how are you holding up?” Grace asked with concern.

I nodded.

“Ethan, this is Sienna.”

I slowly extended my hand, trying to stay composed. “Sienna Bennett, nice to meet

you.”

In the winter, he would make me apple water and pear soup.

Whenever I managed to drink an extra cup, Ethan would flash a deeply satisfied

smile.

Seeing me drink beer, Jessica continued teasing, “Look, Sienna’s had a whole can—

maybe that’s why her hair looks so great!”

“Stop being silly.”

I glanced at the beer in my hand and forced a bitter smile, “My ex-boyfriend wouldn’t

let me drink either because I get drunk easily. He was very strict with me.”

Jessica looked at me, “So now that you’re drinking like this, isn’t he going to be

mad?”

I glanced behind her and shook my head, “He stopped caring about me a long time

ago.”

Jessica seemed to realize she had said the wrong thing and gave me an apologetic

look. She didn’t tease anymore and obediently finished the drink from Ethan’s cup.

I only ate that skewer of mushrooms, but I drank quite a bit, and my head started to

spin, so I decided to head back early.

As I descended the steps, I heard Jessica’s cheerful laughter.

Turning back, I saw her clinging to Ethan’s back like a sloth, her arms flailing and her

mouth running nonstop.

Ethan stumbled occasionally from her grip but remained patient, quietly tidying up

the table, as if he was used to it.

Ethan was never known for his patience—I thought he only had a soft spot for me. I

thought I was the only one he would ever love...

Watching Jessica’s face overflow with happiness, I clutched my aching heart, filled

with an indescribable pain. “That should have been me! I was supposed to be the

one Ethan adored without limits!”

I resisted the urge to tear them apart and forced myself back to the room. I opened

my bag, dumping everything out onto the floor. Only after swallowing my medication

did the overwhelming emotions begin to subside.

By the time Grace walked in, I had already regained my composure. “I thought you

were going to cause a scene.”

I stared out the window, “I was planning to, but suddenly, I just couldn’t.”

“I noticed you brought a lot of stuff with you. Are you planning to help Ethan regain

his memories?”

The suitcase was filled with mementos from our ten years together—his first little

note to me, his first love letter, the gifts he gave me from age 18 to 28, and our first

photo together, along with our first wedding picture.

I shook my head, “I never intended to.”

Grace looked at me in surprise, “Why... why not?”

Thinking about the tragic death of Ethan’s parents, I closed my eyes, trying to steady

my emotions, “I don’t want him to go through the pain of losing his loved ones all

over again.”