Novel & Cerita Faith Ethan's Girlfriend

He spoke the words with weight, letting them hang thick in the air. “Leah is my girlfriend. And you know what happens to anyone who lays a hand on her, don’t you?” I froze. My shoulder burned under the weight of his grip. I had just escaped one nightmare, and now Ethan was pulling me straight into a public drama ten times worse. Girlfriend? We hadn’t even kissed. This was a bold, reckless lie—and it would change everything on campus. I stared at him, my voice barely above a whisper. “Ethan, what are you doing?”

"Hi. Wow. I didn't think I'd see you here. I thought we had an understanding." The woman looked between us. “You know each other?” "Oh yes, we know each other, love," I answered. "Didn't he tell you about me? I am technically his girlfriend." He swallowed. The woman’s eyes narrowed. "He never mentioned he was talking to someone." "That's weird because we've been having sex for two months now," I scoffed, rolling my eyes. "I can't believe he made me believe I was his girlfriend." The girl gasped. "Wait, did he say his name was Ethan to you?" she frowned. "My goodness, I can't believe he told me he was Atlas. He lied to me, this asshole!"

When he laughed, the sound cut cleanly through the noise—and somehow landed directly in Ethan’s stomach. Ethan looked away immediately. He’d spent two years perfecting the art of not staring at Noah Reyes. The golden boy had a girlfriend—Lila Voss. Cheer captain. Blonde, bright, I*******m-perfect. She appeared at every game in the front row and wrapped herself around Noah afterward like she belonged there. Everyone knew they were the campus it-couple. Everyone except Ethan’s traitorous body, which still heated every time Noah walked past the law building. Because Noah Reyes was impossible.

She seemed almost busty, but I was noticeably more so. "Excuse you? Who are you?" I asked, narrowing my eyes at her. She's not his welcome here, why poke her nose in my business. "Oh! I’m Freya. Ethan’s girlfriend and soon-to-be wife." She said excitedly, stretching out her hand for a handshake. I glanced at Ethan, demanding an explanation with my eyes. How dare he bring someone who had no business making assumptions about me? And worse, she was claiming to be his fiancée.

It’s safe to say that he had always been an intimidating person even though he was the sweetest guy I knew. “How’s Ethan holding up?” she asked as soon as we stepped out of the classroom. My steps wavered. “He’s not well. I mean, his first girlfriend cheated on him with his own best friend. He seems he can handle it, but I know he is not okay.” I smiled. “I am planning to cheer him tonight.” “What do you have in mind? Red lace lingerie? Candles? Foreplay?” she asked. “Shhh, Katherine. You know I didn’t mean it like that.” I shook my head to clear out the images forming in my head. “I’ll need your help with this because we won’t be home tonight.”

I don't know why I suddenly think of this right now but I don't care anymore! "W-We have a relationship! I love Ethan that's why I don't want him to marry another girl!" I turned my gaze to Ethan, he looked shocked but then he suddenly held my hand. "Y-Yeah, Heaven is right, mom! We love each other that's why I don't her to marry him! The girl I want to marry is Heaven!" "WHAT??" They were obviously shocked. "I thought you two are just friends..." "Best friend..." Ethan and I looked at each other and smiled. "It's just that we're thinking the same thing." He whispered.

On the night of our eighth anniversary, I cooked everything Ethan loved. He didn't come home. I sat alone at the table until the food went cold. Then I did what I always did. I opened Selene's profile on the pack network. New post. One hour ago. A photo of Ethan, shirtless, building a fire in her den. Her hand on his shoulder. Her face turned toward the camera with a smile that showed too many teeth. The caption read: Grateful for old friends who drop everything when you need them. Even their marking anniversaries.

Feigning anger, I would kick at him and retort, "So what? Does taming me give you some kind of thrill?" Looking at me, he replied in a deep voice, "It's not about taming you, Lana. You belong to yourself. No one can take away your thoughts, not even me." I knew Ethan was the kind of man people adored. What I had not expected was how easily he could read my heart, pulling me deeper until I was beyond saving. I found out about Tara through a photo taken during Ethan's school days. He was in his uniform, holding a beautiful and delicate girl in his arms.

Alaric had mentioned turned out to be his ex-girlfriend—the one he could never have! Ethan felt his sanity slipping away, yet he clung desperately to a final glimmer of hope. After all, how could someone like Alaric, with his status, be driving such an ordinary car? It must be a misunderstanding—Emerald couldn’t possibly be here with Alaric. Before he could convince himself any further, a cold voice cut through the silence: "She's your girlfriend. If she's not here, then where would she be?" Alaric stepped out of the cab and approached Emerald, slipping his arm around her slender waist. Right before Ethan's shocked eyes, he said clearly, "Let me introduce you to your girlfriend, Emerald."

Hayden asked Ethan flatly. I hid behind Hayden as I watched to see what Ethan would say. My head hurts and my chest felt tight and for a moment, I just wished that Ethan wouldn’t tell Hayden the truth. I wished that he would lie and say that he got the wrong person. Although, I doubt that Hayden would believe a low lie like that. “Of course, I know her. Malissa is my ex-girlfriend,” Ethan announced with a cocky grin. “I see. Well, she’s my girlfriend now,” Hayden replied, unfazed.