My Fiancé Returned... with His Wife novel Chapter 2

The next day, I woke up late. By the time I had packed my things and slung my

sketchbook over my shoulder, it was already past lunchtime. Grace waved me over.

“Sienna, we saved some food for you.”

Everyone was chatting at the wooden table in the courtyard. As soon as Jessica saw

me, she dashed into the house and came back out holding an orange envelope,

offering it to me like a treasure.

“Sienna, since we don’t have many close family members, we’d like to formally invite

you to our wedding.”

A formal invitation. I took the envelope but didn’t have the courage to open it and

look at the card inside. Jessica kept nudging me, “Sienna, you’re an artist, right? Can

you tell us how the design looks?”

That thin piece of paper felt as heavy as a boulder in my hands.

“Let me see. This color is lovely,” Grace chimed in quickly.

“I think so too! Ethan picked this orange. I had chosen purple, but the orange turned

out better. Sienna, what’s your favorite color?”

I put down my sketchbook and pointed to my orange outfit.

Before high school, I didn’t have a favorite color, until one day I wore an orange

jacket, and Ethan said it looked great on me. From that moment on, orange became

my favorite color.

“Sienna, you have the same taste as my Ethan!”

My Ethan.

Those words pierced my heart. Once upon a time, Ethan used to proudly call me “My

Sienna” in front of everyone.

Seeing the change in my expression, Grace quickly took the invitation from my hand.

“The little cartoon inside looks just like you—so cute. Is the wedding at sunset?”

Jessica rubbed her face, “That was Ethan’s idea! He said…”

patting my back. In a hoarse voice, he whispered, “Sienna, let’s have our wedding at

sunset, okay?”

I hummed in agreement. He kissed my forehead and sighed contentedly, “My little

sleepyhead needs to be well-rested, or you might refuse to marry me. Who will I

complain to then?”

But now, it’s not that I refuse to marry him—it’s that he’s marrying someone else.

And there’s no one to complain to.

I stood up and grabbed my sketchbook. At that moment, Jessica noticed the ring on

my finger. She stared at it, and I wiggled my hand slightly, “He said the same thing.”

“You’re married, Sienna?”

“Yeah, I’ve been married for five years.”

Jessica looked surprised. “So where’s your husband? Didn’t he come with you?”

I glanced at the man walking in the distance and shook my head slightly.