My Fiancé Returned... with His Wife novel Chapter 4

A sudden rush of blood to my head left me dizzy.

Is my Ethan Harris really back?

I turned around stiffly, my shoulders and calves trembling uncontrollably, my heart

trembling along with them. His name was on the tip of my tongue, but when I met

his indifferent gaze, the words froze.

Ethan Harris had never looked at me like that. Whenever he looked at me, his eyes

were always filled with warmth, his gaze enveloping me in tenderness. The sudden

shift from despair to hope made my heart ache. I lowered my head, hiding the tears

welling up in my eyes.

“Detective Parker told me, but he didn’t mention you,” he said slowly, analyzing, “You

feel familiar, but not in the way colleagues do. Every time I see you, I feel guilty, even

a bit scared. You know I’m allergic to mushrooms, and that red string around your

neck… it’s just like mine.”

The red string was something we got together at Xianyan Temple. I wished for his

safety; he wished for my dreams to come true. The string had two silver charms

attached, each engraved with our initials.

I had forgotten that Ethan had been a reconnaissance soldier. Even without his

memory, his instinctive vigilance remained. Detective Parker and the others’

unusually warm behavior wouldn’t have escaped his notice. It was only a matter of

time before he figured out something was off—and my identity… whether he

guessed it and didn’t dare believe it, or couldn’t guess at all, I wasn’t sure.

I slowly lifted my head to meet his scrutinizing gaze, but he lowered his eyes to my

ring. “Jessica said you’re married. You… I…”

Even though his hands were in his pockets, I knew his fists were clenched, his mind a

chaotic mess.

Of course! Here he was, about to marry the love of his life, only to have a woman

suddenly appear who might be connected to him. His mind must be in turmoil.

My throat tightened, and I struggled to speak. After several attempts, I finally

managed to say, “Yes, I’m married, but… it has nothing to do with you.”

I could see the visible relief wash over him.

That moment was the most painful second of my life.

I never imagined a day would come when Ethan Harris would be relieved that I had

nothing to do with him.

I still remember the high school days when he would blush and look completely lost

five years. But the moment he appeared, I had to push him away! Why is this

happening to me? Why does it have to be me?

The emotional upheaval churned my stomach, and I could taste blood in the back of

my throat.

“Sienna, what’s wrong? Open the door.”

I braced myself against the wall, stood up, and flushed the toilet, touching up my tearstreaked makeup as quickly as I could. Then, I walked out as if nothing had happened.

“I’m fine, just took a little fall.”

Grace’s concerned eyes made my heart ache.

“You don’t have to hold it in with me.”

I turned my face away. “I’m fine.”

Grace looked at me, as if she wanted to say more, but in the end, she just patted me

on the back and returned to her bed. As I turned around, my eyes fell on the items

on the table—the orange invitation, the sunset wedding. That was supposed to be

mine! A wave of resentment suddenly washed over me, overpowering my emotions.

I bolted out of the room, heading straight for the lobby.

I’m going to tell him—I’m the one who’s supposed to be your fiancée!