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?"

barely managed to utter his

I

how could I mistake Ethan Harris? He

pulling me back: "Apologies, we're looking

for a moment. "Yes, how many rooms do

"Two."

"Come in."

I had foolishly believed that

so unfamiliar, almost as if

hadn't cried when I learned he was alive, nor when I found

looked at me with those eyes, it felt as if my heart was being crushed in a vice, the

handed our IDs to the man, urging

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

mouth, trying to

quickly turned away, not wanting him to

took the room keys and hurried

in the room for a long time, until I could finally

he end up like

that when I saw him, I would slap him hard-the traitor who

saw him, my anger

do was hold

so long that Grace, worried about me, forcibly brought

everyone was gathered around, enjoying a barbecue. I immediately spotted

grill, while Detective Parker stood beside him, the two of

holding up?" Grace asked

I nodded.

"Ethan, this is Sienna."

hand, trying to stay composed. "Sienna

strong hand briefly met mine. "Ethan

sadness washed

"Hello, Mrs. Harris."

all in

had so many questions I wanted to ask, but in

beautiful. Are

skillfully flipped the meat on the grill and casually replied, "Yeah,

That's good to hear.

blankly

had a radiant smile, as bright as

if struck by a heavy blow, the pain nearly taking

everyone, I'm Jessica Morgan, Ethan's

her one by

When she got to me, she

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

be the way you blow-dry my hair— pay more attention, or I'll end up as a bald

her hair, chuckling

clear eyes were filled with anticipation for the wedding, reminding me of the

Grace asked

next Wednesday, and we hope you all

for one too, but it was quickly snatched from her hand by Ethan, "No

one sip." Then, not caring that we were all there, she stole

"Drink this instead."

removed, the fragrance of roses filled the air, and Jessica frowned, "Rose

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