What happens when Ethan reads that email? Will Vanessa’s perfect wedding collapse within hours? Her response hit like a hurricane… but what Ethan did next left me breathless. Part 2 → brace yourself, because the final price has only just started collecting. Do you dare keep going?
The response came sooner than I expected.
It wasn’t from Ethan.
It was from Vanessa.
Missed calls.
Three texts:
ANSWER.
WHAT DID YOU DO?
WE NEED TO TALK NOW.
I didn’t reply.
Thirty minutes later, Ethan messaged.
I need to understand everything. Can we meet? Alone.
I agreed.
We met at a small park near his apartment. Joggers passed by without noticing a life quietly collapsing on a bench. Ethan looked like he’d aged ten years in an hour.
“Is it true?” he asked.
I handed him my phone. He scrolled through the documents in silence. His shoulders sank with every page.
“She told me everything was handled,” he murmured. “That you wanted to help her.”
“She asked,” I said. “More than once.”
He let out a short, bitter laugh.
“She always said she was the responsible one.”
He went quiet again.
Then he reached the loan application. His jaw clenched.
“Identity theft…” he whispered.
The silence stretched.
Finally, he spoke.