Crawling Back To Her Series Redemption and Refuse

Book3 Chapter8.

My hand trembled as I held the bowl of oatmeal. Just as I was about to respond, Jessica spoke up, "I didn't mean to go through your suitcase. I was just trying to get you some clean clothes."

I set the oatmeal down and looked at the girl in front of me, who suddenly started crying. "I stole him from you. He was supposed to be yours. I've selfishly kept him for five years... I'm so sorry, Sienna.... I'm really sorry..."

The kind-hearted girl before me was crying so hard she could barely speak. "Jessica, you haven't wronged me. Your love is for Ethan, and my love is for the Ethan Harris I knew. You didn't steal anything from me."

"But Ethan is Ethan Harris!"

I shook my head and wiped her tears away. "No, the one who loves you is Ethan. The one who loved me was Ethan Harris. If I say he isn't the same, then he isn't. I didn't risk my life to save you just to see you call off your wedding."

Jessica stayed until Grace returned, leaving with red-rimmed eyes.

Grace went to take a nap in the afternoon, planning to bring dinner later. I never expected that it would be Ethan Harris himself who would bring the meal.

When he walked in, I was thankful I had put on makeup, but I worried if my wig was askew. I adjusted it several times while he wasn't looking.

baked chicken breast. He must not have known what I

surprise was the dessert-sweet

he made, to see if he'd used the right amount of seasoning this time,

Ethan stood by the window. Neither of us spoke, but it didn't feel awkward

guitar, and he'd

stomach cooperated today, and I finished the bowl of mashed potatoes. I reached for the sweet potato casserole, and he walked over to hand it to

"Thank you," I said.

should be

casserole, which was supposed to be

only managed four words: "Get well soon." I knew I should've said something polite, like "Congratulations on your wedding," or "Wishing you a

you. I hope

the

leg to the window, and leaned against it. His figure appeared once more in

Harris and Jessica got married. I heard my seat was in the front row, but I'm sorry, I was already on the train. I had bought my ticket in advance, headed back to Maplewood. I hadn't been

days. I knew that the favor I'd asked of Grace would soon