I quickly straightened my clothes. Before I could say anything, he added, "I don't know you, and I'd appreciate it if you didn't come back to pester me, as it would upset my fiancée."
"What? Fiancée?"
I looked over in surprise at his childhood sweetheart, Carolyn Blair, who was standing beside him.
Upon seeing my gaze, Carolyn looked at me provocatively and smugly. "Ms. Wilson, I wish you'd stop pestering my fiancé, and you're not welcome here.
"Get out!"
The look in Ethan's eyes was nothing but indifference like ice that would not melt in the snow-capped mountains or a sharp sword.
My sight was blurred by tears and I couldn't see their faces clearly for a moment. The feeling of heartbreak made me feel like I was a fish jumping on the shore, unable to catch my breath, and having to prolong my last gasp.
When I returned from the hospital, I was depressed, and I went to our wedding room in a daze.
The house was designed by Ethan and I, and the putty on the walls proved that we both worked on it. He preferred black while I favored white. He humored me, so the entire interior decoration of the house was in accordance with my preferences.