Book3 Chapter1.

Ethan Harris pursued me for two years and cherished me for five.

Five years ago, the news of his death in the line of duty shattered me.

But today, five years later, I received a call from Detective John Parker.

He told me that not only is Ethan alive, but he's also living well- though...

He's about to get married.

As I embarked on the journey to that distant coastal town, Detective Parker and the other officers tried to talk me out of it.

Accepting reality was one thing, but letting go was something I couldn't manage.

I gently ran my fingers over the simple ring in my hand, the ring Ethan Harris had once proposed to me with.

He was my fiancé-how could he just marry someone else?

After the plane ride, the five-hour, bumpy bus journey left me feeling nauseous and barely able to hold it together.

Finally, after a grueling ten-hour trip, the four of us arrived at the small town.

"There it is."

Detective Parker pointed to a bed and breakfast named "Ocean Breeze Inn." This once unnoticed inn had suddenly gained fame online after a group of tourists posted some photos.

In the photos, the inn's owner, though only shown from the side, had captivated countless people.

Detective Parker glanced at me, hesitating before speaking, "He doesn't remember anything from the past, so please..."

I stared at the door, my senses numbed as if the world around me had come to a standstill.

As Detective Parker pushed open the door, a wind chime made of seashells rang out melodiously.

Before me was a spacious courtyard, with a pebble-stone path leading to the main house. A large swing hung in the yard, and a Labrador lounged lazily in the sun alongside a few cats. I was surprised by the presence of these animals.

Suddenly, a tall, athletic figure emerged from behind a curtain of seashells.

He was wearing a black T-shirt, his arms sculpted and defined, with a side profile that was sharp and unmistakable.

The moment I saw him, my body froze, a chill ran down my spine, and my mind went blank-except for the intense focus on him.

The man before me rendered me completely immobile.

I had encountered people who bore a striking resemblance to Ethan Harris before, even with the same small mole beneath their eye, but I could always tell they weren't him.

This man, however, was vastly different from the Ethan I remembered - his features were more mature, his face more chiseled, with a cold, distant edge to him.

Despite this, I couldn't help but step closer, drawn in until I saw the small mole beneath his eye and the thin red string around his neck...

"Ethan." name, afraid to I struggled to keep my voice steady, softly whispering his startle him.

He looked up at me, his eyes filled with nothing but confusion and unfamiliarity.

"What did you say?"

I barely managed

miss, but I think you've mistaken me

could I mistake Ethan Harris? He was the most important person in my

me back: "Apologies, we're looking to book some rooms. Do you

moment. "Yes, how many rooms do

"Two."

"Come in."

and walked inside, not sparing me another glance. I had foolishly believed that the moment he saw me, he

was so unfamiliar, almost as if

cried when I learned he was alive, nor

he looked at me with those eyes, it felt as if my heart was

the man, urging him to

noticed that his left pinky was missing a piece, and there was

trying to hide

quickly turned away, not wanting

the room keys and

sat alone in the room for a long time, until I

did he end up

I had vowed that when I saw him, I would

when I actually saw him, my anger

to do was hold

alone in the room for so long that Grace, worried about me, forcibly brought

was gathered around, enjoying a barbecue. I

grill, while Detective Parker stood beside

how are you holding up?" Grace asked

I nodded.

"Ethan, this is Sienna."

to stay composed. "Sienna

mine. "Ethan Harris, nice to

like strangers meeting for the first time, and in that moment, a wave of sadness washed over me, reminding me of the day he proposed,

"Hello, Mrs. Harris."

was all in the

wanted to ask, but in the end, I only managed

beautiful. Are

grill and casually replied, "Yeah, it's

That's good to hear.

staring blankly

a radiant smile,

by a heavy blow, the pain nearly taking my breath

Morgan, Ethan's wife. Welcome to

greeted her one by

When she got

really envious! And your hair is amazing- unlike mine, I'm about to become

something and turned to the man behind her, "It must be the way you blow-dry my hair— pay more attention, or I'll end up as a bald

her hair, chuckling softly,

with anticipation for the wedding, reminding me of the

Grace asked

is next Wednesday, and we hope you all can

opened another can of beer, and Jessica reached for one too, but it was quickly snatched from her hand by Ethan,

we were all there, she

"Drink this instead."

of roses filled the air, and Jessica frowned, "Rose tea? Ethan! How many times have I told you,

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