Love's Bitter Truth
My past with him flashed before my eyes, but in the end, the memories all merged and transformed into the image of Ethan's face.
I shook my head firmly. "Jonathan, none of that matters to me anymore — not Henry, not Linda."
I looked directly at him, and as he looked at me furiously, I took Ethan's hand, interlocking fingers. The diamond ring sparkled on my finger.
"Let me introduce you. This is my husband, Ethan."
Jonathan rushed forward like a madman, but Ethan kicked him away.
Ethan and I had just returned from the hospital, and he carefully protected my belly. I smiled to reassure him.