"Tara, what exactly happened? Tell us everything!"
Everyone laughed, but Tara suddenly turned blunt:
"Look at you! A monkey stealing peaches!"
Ethan swiftly blocked her playful attack, scolding jokingly, "You’re so rebellious!"
Amid the banter, he accidentally grabbed the string of her swimsuit, and it slipped loose.
Tara screamed, and Ethan, almost reflexively, hugged her tightly and yelled, "Turn around! Don’t look!"
The waves rolled beneath them.
He gently helped her tie the string again, his fingertips brushing her bare back.
Their eyes locked, sparks flew. At that moment, I watched the man I loved, standing in the sun, become a protector of another woman.
And I, fully armed with my bitterness, hid in a shadowed corner like a cockroach, peering into someone else’s happiness.
It was pathetic to see the father of my child instinctively shielding another woman.
Beside me, Henry instinctively moved forward, but I stopped him firmly.
After a long hesitation, I called Ethan.
From a distance, I saw his phone light up.
He glanced at it.
The phone rang once, then again.
He simply stared, never answering.
Tara pouted as she read the note: “wife.”