My Fiancé Returned... with His Wife novel Chapter 10

Jessica’s Epilogue

When I got the call from the police, I had just finished fixing a leak in the kitchen. I

thought it was Ethan coming back, asking me to pick him up, but the officer said he

was in critical condition.

It was my second time going to Maplewood. Detective Parker picked me up, and on

the way, he told me that Ethan had regained his memory. He remembered his real

name and his fiancée, but his fiancée had passed away due to illness, and he was in a

lot of pain.

Tears immediately welled up in my eyes. “So, does he want to join her?”

Detective Parker shook his head. “Sienna wouldn’t have allowed that. He promised

her he’d live on.”

“This was an accident. He got hit by a car while saving a little girl.”

I wiped my tears, too choked up to speak. “How is he?”

Detective Parker looked out the window, silent. It wasn’t until I saw the doctor that I

understood why. The doctor said, “The patient has no will to live. His family should

talk to him as much as possible.”

Seeing Ethan lying there, I was at a loss. All I could do was call his name. “Ethan, our

restaurant is just starting to take off. We just got married. Please, wake up.”

But there was no response from the man on the bed. He was determined to leave us,

and there was nothing we could do to stop him.

“Ethan, I’m sorry. I changed your life. I was too selfish. This is all my fault. I’m the one

who should be gone, not you. Please, please stay.”

No matter what I said, there was no reaction from him.

Seeing him like this, I remembered the first time I met him. My father’s fishing boat

had found him, barely alive, covered in wounds. My father, a kind man, believed it

was fate and borrowed a lot of money to pay for Ethan’s treatment. It put our

already debt-ridden family even further in the hole. The debt collectors came early,

taking everything of value, tearing down our small, shabby restaurant, and breaking

my father’s legs.

When Ethan recovered, he was overwhelmed with guilt and was determined to pay

off our debt. Together, we spent two years clearing it. Just as he was about to leave,

my father fell ill. On his deathbed, he entrusted me and our small restaurant to Ethan.

Ethan knew my father’s dying wish, so he quietly expanded our small restaurant. I

knew he was always searching for his family, and we even filed a report together. But

the small town on the island was so underdeveloped that no information about him

could be found. I also knew he wanted to leave the island to find his family, but he

was tied down by me and the restaurant.

After he agreed to marry me, he stopped searching for his family. He promised to

fulfill my father’s wish and take good care of me. I was relieved, but I was also

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