My Fiancé Returned... with His Wife novel Chapter 3

As I walked out of the inn, Jessica’s laughter still echoed behind me. She was telling

Grace about how Ethan proposed to her. I quickened my pace, as if fleeing from a

pursuing ghost.

I found an open space and set up my easel. Just as I picked up the palette, a wave of

dizziness hit me. I reached into my pocket, took out a pill box, and swallowed the

medication. Slowly, the discomfort began to fade.

I’ve never been a lucky person. I had no parents, no friends, and I’d never even won a

free soda. I thought Lady Luck had always despised me, until that day.

I finally won the stuffed toy I’d wanted for so long, got a free milk tea, and won a

5,000-yuan cash prize by smashing a golden egg at the supermarket. Even the Coke I

bought for Xiao Mei had a “try again” label on it.

Xiao Mei grinned at me, “Lucky charm, I owe it all to you.”

I couldn’t believe it. How could someone like me, who’d never had any luck, suddenly

have so much? Then, just as our car was making a turn, it suddenly veered out of

control. As the wall ahead loomed closer, I screamed in terror.

Bang!

The car crashed through the wall, but surprisingly, the impact was almost

nonexistent. Through the gaps in my fingers, I glimpsed a soft orange light. The light

and the scent of flowers spread out, falling on the man standing in the center,

dressed in a suit.

Ethan Harris stood amidst a sea of flowers, dressed in a perfectly tailored suit.

Friends and family were all dressed to the nines, even Buddy was sitting beside him

in a dapper little tuxedo.

I stared in shock at the scene before me. Even as Ethan walked over and opened the

door, I still remember the first words he said to me. He said, “Sienna, it’s time.”

It was our secret code—it’s time to eat, time to go home, time for a kiss, time for us

to marry.

He lifted me out of the car, applause ringing in my ears. Ethan, a man who had faced

death so many times, was so nervous he could barely speak.

“Sienna, did you have a good day?”

me.”

I leaned over and kissed him, telling him solemnly, “I will.”

As the sun set, I greedily drank in the fiery red sky, his words still ringing in my ears,

but he was no longer there.

By the time I returned to the inn with my sketchbook, the lights outside were already

on. As I approached, I noticed a figure standing by the door. The faint red glow of a

cigarette floated in the air, and the scent of nicotine wafted toward me. I frowned as I

looked at the person in front of me.

When he heard me approaching, he turned his head. For a brief moment, I saw a

flicker of panic in his eyes. He quickly extinguished the cigarette and awkwardly

scratched the back of his head, just like Ethan used to do whenever I caught him

smoking.

I stood still, using every ounce of self-control to ignore him. But as we passed each

other, I heard him say,

“Sienna Bennett, I remember you.”