LOGINEthan’s POVNot long after Charles leaves, Anna Campbell and her parents enter.Tonight is shaping up to be an energy-draining ordeal—it already is.Barely a few minutes pass before they dive into wedding plans.“We need to fix the wedding date as soon as possible, now that we’re back,” Anna’s father announces.Anna’s hand slips around my bicep, and it takes every ounce of my self-control not to yank it away. She rests her head on my shoulder, the gesture feeling heavy and unwanted."Yes, yes." Dad replies. You want me to marry someone who didn’t check up on me—not even once—while I was in the hospital?Arthur had informed me she had been staying with me before her parents returned to the country, even though, for some reason, I cannot recall a single moment of it—Where was I even going when I had the accident?Removing her hand, I straighten up.“Please, excuse me.” I force a smile and a stiff nod.I need to get as far away from this place as possible, or I might end up doing somet
***General POVThe old residence of the Moore family bustles with life. It is the venue for the grand banquet hosted by Mr. and Mrs. Moore in celebration of their son's birthday.Everywhere Ethan looks, he sees familiar faces—people he has known for years and others he has only recently met. Yet, an unshakeable feeling that he doesn't belong here haunts him.It has been two weeks since he woke up in the hospital… two weeks of feeling like there is something he isn't remembering, a missing fragment of his life he just can't place his hands on. He has visited Doctor Smith three times already, yet the answer remains the same: “There is nothing wrong with you, Mr. Moore. You are completely fine.”'Am I?' It certainly doesn't feel like it. He feels... void.No matter how much he buries his head in work, before he goes to bed each night, he sees emerald-green eyes. Every single night. Charles’ woman. Her image plays in his head on a loop.His mouth twitches as he reaches over the table to
***Elizabeth’s POV“What do you want?” My mouth twists with sheer irritation the moment I set eyes on Charles, Ethan’s half-brother.I’m already exhausted—I hope he has a valid reason for showing up here unannounced. The moment I found out he was the one who tipped me off about Ethan's accident, I knew he was trouble. How did he even get my number?My nose scrunches up in distaste.“Good evening to you too, damsel.” He grins, and I can’t help but notice the striking resemblance he shares with Ethan.I’ve only seen Charles once before now—at Etan's sister's baby shower. Seeing him up close like this… he looks so much like Ethan.Ethan. My heart skips a beat, and a wave of sorrow rises from within me. I push it down forcefully.I roll my eyes. “What do you want? What games are you playing?” Sighing, I continue, “I know it was you who sent me the message about Ethan’s accident and the hospital where he was admitted. Just tell me—why are you here?”“Hmn. Smart girl.” He shrugs casually.
***General POVEthan's parents release a collective sigh as they watch the vehicle disappear in the distance."Only God knows where he inherits that stubborn streak," Andrew Moore comments, though his tone holds more affection than annoyance.His wife’s forehead creases as she shoots him a knowing look, the corners of her lips twitching upward until they both chuckle softly. However, the amusement fades quickly.Sighing again, Clara murmurs, "I’m worried about our boy, though."Her husband runs a comforting hand over her shoulder, squeezing gently. "It’s a blessing in disguise, my love. Let's just proceed as planned and inform them."With that, he retrieves his phone from his pocket and dials a number.__ __Upon reaching the office, Ethan heads straight for the private lounge adjacent to his office for a refreshing shower.The employees are happy to see their boss back at work and they show it with the smiles on their faces and returned agility.After freshening up, Ethan changes in
***Ethan’s POV"I'm terribly sorry. I seem to have wandered into the wrong room. My mistake. I’m quite forgetful at times, you see,” the woman cuts in, offering a gentle, apologetic smile.But it’s the tears that snag my attention. They cling to her dark lashes, threatening to spill over and betraying the calmness of her voice. Before I can summon a reply, she swiftly turns and exits the ward.The door clicks shut, but she leaves something behind. A trace of her scent lingers in the sterile air—vanilla and rain. It stirs a faint, elusive sense of recognition, a tickle at the back of my mind that refuses to be scratched. I inhale sharply, chasing the memory, but it dissipates like smoke.I frown, rubbing my temple where a dull headache throbs."Let's go, Mum."However, Mum's hand slips free from my grip. She smiles, though it doesn't reach her eyes. "Why don't you go ahead? Your father and I have something to discuss with Doctor Smith."Suspicious.They’ve been hovering over me like h
Ethan’s POV "Ethan, don't speak to your father like that," Mum chides gently. I turn to face her. "I'm disappointed, Mum. I want what you both have—genuine love, a real marriage. Why won’t you let me have that?" "It's not as simple as you think. Our circumstance was different," Dad interjects firmly. "How so? Just because Mum was from a wealthy background and so were you too? But ‘cause Spitfire’s an orphan and not wealthy, our love isn't genuine? Do you think she's after my money? That's absurd!" Dad clears his throat uncomfortably while Mum avoids eye contact. As I expect. Shaking my head, I exit my office, ignoring Mum's plea for me to return. So, it turns out my parents are the ones behind Spitfire leaving me. They've been the ones causing me this unbearable heartache all along, while I've been wrongly blaming Spitfire and resenting her. Strangely though, the more I resent her, the deeper I find myself falling in love with her. "Arthur, find out everything about the day S
Ethan's POVI scrutinize the envelope Moana is holding before reluctantly accepting it. With cautious fingers, I tear it open and extract a crisply folded letter.My pulse quickens as I unfold the paper, torn between disbelief and apprehension. What if this isn't a ruse? What if Spitfire truly has lef
General POV"Um, I want to thank you for putting in so much effort into this, so far..." Elizabeth begins, her voice tentative.The day she left Ethan's mansion, Derek somehow got wind that she was back in town. He showed up at her doorstep that night, his face bearing visible bruises from the other d
Ethan’s POVMy heart skips a beat upon hearing her words."Spitfire..."Before I can continue my sentence, I feel Spitfire's lips crash into mine, and we engage in a hot, intense romance.This one's totally different from the ones we've had before. This one's filled with feelings, raw and passionate. It
Ethan’s POVOh, fucking hell. I have no idea when I close the space between me and Spitfire. I signal for the gates to be opened, and as soon as I step outside, I send He-goat sprawling onto the ground with a punch to the face.Who the hell does he think he's talking to?I crouch low, grab the collar o







