Not stealing the wind and moon
Amidst the cheering crowd, my fiancé snatched
my bouquet. He dropped to one knee, not for
me, but for my sister, Sarah. Tears welled in her
eyes as she accepted. Just like that, the wedding was hers, and I became the
laughingstock of the town. Then, out of the
blue, Ethan Stone, the city’s golden boy, swept
in with a marriage proposal and a dazzling ring.
Married life with Ethan was a dream. He
showered me with affection, and I, foolishly,
gave him my heart. Then came my birthday
party. Feigning sleep in his arms, nestled close
to his heart, I heard him confess.
“I married the woman my beloved despises, just
to clear her path.”
- 1.
Each word struck me like a thunderbolt. There I
was, pressed against him, listening to him pour
out his love for Sarah. My blood ran cold, my
world shattered. A moment of stunned silence
in the room, then an eruption of cheers.
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“Classic Ethan! Enduring a loveless marriage
for his true love!”
“What a romantic! Secretly pining for Sarah all
these years, even sacrificing his own
happiness.”
Ethan’s voice, low and tender, reached my ears.
“As long as Sarah’s happy, I’d do anything.”
One of his buddies joked, “Heard Sarah and
Mark are heading for divorce. Looks like you’ll
be reunited with your sweetheart soon. What
about… this one? When do you plan to break
the news?”
Ethan paused, then said casually, “Amelia
depends on me. I’ll deal with that later. And
don’t mention anything in front of her. I don’t
want a scene.”
Everyone readily agreed, no one daring to cross
the golden boy. Someone, emboldened by
liquor, quipped, “But hey, Ethan, you’re not
exactly losing out. A movie star wife must be
pretty sweet.”
Ethan chuckled, his fingers absentmindedly
toying with my earlobe. “Yeah, pretty sweet.”
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I clenched my jaw, fighting back tears. I thought
Ethan was my lifeline, my rescuer from the
abyss. Turns out, he was the one who cut the
rope. Seven years of marriage, now a cruel
joke. Mark, Ethan… they both loved Sarah. No
one loved me.
