Mag-log inOn the day of the wedding, the moment the lights fell on me, my eyes met Ethan's across the room. "Sienna!" he shouted. "Sienna, you didn't choose this, did you?"His eyes were bloodshot, but Evelyn quickly clamped a hand over his mouth, stopping him from saying anything more.Adrian stepped forward at just the right moment, blocking my view of Ethan. Then, he held out his hand to me.I slipped my arm through his, and together, we made our way around the room, toasting our guests. The same people who had once mocked me suddenly changed their tune. One after another, they showered Adrian with compliments for marrying me. "Mr. Caldwell, you're a lucky man to have such a wonderful wife."When we reached the table where his family was seated, Ethan looked as though he could barely contain his rage. "Adrian, have you no shame? You took advantage of her when she was vulnerable and stole my wife from me! You'll get what's coming to you!" "Ethan!" Evelyn snapped, cutting him off.
Meanwhile, I took a deep breath and pulled back the curtain in front of me. A look of awe flashed across Adrian's face. He rose from the couch without even realizing it. "Sienna, you look absolutely beautiful."He took my hand and gently led me toward the mirror. "I never imagined you'd look this beautiful in a wedding dress. I'm glad I get to see you like this with my own eyes today."I stared at my reflection, suddenly feeling shy. I was so nervous that a faint blush crept across my cheeks. But the next moment, my eyes began to sting. For the past two years, I had imagined countless times what Ethan's expression would be when I finally stepped out from behind the curtain in a wedding dress. But he had never been there. Not even once. He always had time for Lydia, accompanying her on one extreme adventure after another. He had time to throw elaborate birthday parties for Vivian—even for her dog. He had time to travel the world with Jennifer. Yet when it came to me,
The stew in Ethan's hands nearly spilled. He had barely steadied himself when Vivian rushed into his arms with a coy smile. "Ethan, what took you so long?" Ethan immediately pushed her away."What are you doing here?" he demanded.Then, it all came rushing back to him. To celebrate Vivian's dog's third birthday, he had allowed her to turn my home into a playground for the dog. "Take all of this down." He turned to Walter, his jaw clenched. "Move all of my wife's belongings back in. Restore the villa exactly the way it was before. I want it done today.""Ethan, what's the point of all this?" Vivian stepped in front of him, one hand resting protectively over her belly. "You've been acting so strange lately. You stopped replying to my messages, and now you're suddenly saying all this!"She narrowed her eyes. "What happened while you were gone? Did that old hag somehow get into your head?" Ethan couldn't be bothered to argue with her. His gaze dropped to her pregnant bell
"A miscarriage?" Ethan froze. He had to grip the reception desk to keep his legs from giving out. Suddenly, he remembered the blood pooling beneath me after I was knocked down at the ski resort. He had always assumed I had prepared a blood pack beforehand to make the whole thing look convincing. "Mr. Caldwell, we checked several other hospitals as well. There's no record of Mrs. Caldwell receiving treatment at any of them," Walter reported.Seeing Ethan's face darken, Walter quickly added, "Mr. Caldwell, try to think of the best-case scenario. Maybe Mrs. Caldwell wasn't hurt at all."The thought eased some of the pressure in Ethan's chest. "Prepare 999 lychee roses and have them delivered to Mrs. Caldwell's villa."After giving the order, Ethan grabbed his keys and rushed home. "I want you to teach me how to make my wife's favorite stew." The chef respectfully rose to his feet. "Yes, sir. Would that be Ms. Bennett's favorite, Ms. Sinclair's, or Ms. Harrington's?"Ethan'
Walter didn't dare meet Ethan's eyes. Instead, he silently handed over a stack of photographs.They were candid shots taken by various media outlets after everyone had come down from the rooftop that day. Ethan had paid a fortune to suppress the photos and keep the incident out of the news.The more he looked through the photographs, the darker his expression became. Not one of them showed me. Suddenly, he hurled the photographs at Walter. "Maybe she just didn't come down with us!"Walter swallowed nervously. "We checked the security footage, too. There's no record of Ms. Whitmore leaving the building in the 72 hours following the incident…" His voice grew shakier with every word. "There's only one exit, and it's under constant surveillance. There's no way Ms. Whitmore could have left without appearing on camera, unless…" "Unless what?" Walter hesitated before forcing out, "Unless Ms. Whitmore never made it down from the rooftop…" Ethan felt as though something inside hi
When I woke up, I found myself on a rooftop with Jennifer restraining me, her face twisted with rage."Sienna Whitmore, did you really think getting pregnant would be enough to win Ethan back? Today, I'm going to make sure you see who really matters to him!"Only then did I remember that yesterday was supposed to be the day Ethan took Jennifer to Derbin Isle to see the Northern Lights. But Vivian had stopped him from going, and Jennifer had mistakenly blamed me for interfering. The wind howled around us, nearly knocking me off balance. "Let me go!"I struggled against Jennifer's grip, but then, I felt something cold press against my neck."Jennifer!"Ethan rushed onto the rooftop with several people close behind him. The moment he saw what was happening, the color drained from his face. "Jennifer, you need to calm down," he pleaded. "Don't come any closer!"Jennifer pressed the blade against my neck, and I flinched at the sharp sting."Ethan, you told me I was the woma







