“Married? No—we’re engaged. The ring’s being resized.”
The room seemed to tilt.
She led me toward the bedroom, chatting about renovation plans.
On the dresser sat a framed photo—Ethan and her, smiling on a beach. Dated last summer.
The same summer he told me he was away at a work retreat.
Then the bathroom door opened. Steam rolled into the hallway.
“Babe, did you—” Ethan froze when he saw me.
For a split second, all the color drained from his face.
Then I watched the calculation kick in.
“Oh,” he said quickly.
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