That night, as Wendy closed up, she noticed the thugs‘ shops hadn’t opened all day.
Neighbors whispered they’d offended someone powerful–their homes had even been set on fire.
Wendy pursed her lips. Served them right.
From then on, Jason visited daily.
Each time, he “forgot” his wallet, promising to pay tomorrow.
Ninety–nine days later, they’d grown close, with Jason often helping out at the shop.
One evening, after seeing Jason off, Wendy was about to close when a large hand suddenly shot through the door, blocking it.
Startled, she saw a handsome but exhausted man standing outside, his eyes alight with joy the moment they landed on her. “Baby, I’ve finally found
you!”
Wendy recoiled at his frenzied expression, bracing against the door.
“Who are you calling ‘Baby‘? Who even are you?”
The man faltered. “Wendy, you don’t remember me? I’m Ethan!”
Wendy was utterly baffled. “Mister, I don’t know you! Are you drunk?”
Ethan stood frozen, the revelation hitting him like a bucket of ice water.
Then the paralysis broke–muscles twitching with renewed urgency as he shoved his shoulder against the doorframe, forcing his way inside. “I get it- you’re still mad at me, right? It was all Lena’s fault! I’ve made her pay! Our son’s death was an accident–we can have more children!”
Now Wendy was sure–this wasn’t a drunkard but a lunatic.
“Help! There’s a pervert!” She screamed while pushing against the door, but his strength overpowered her.
The door flew open, and Ethan rushed in, pulling her into a crushing embrace.
Like he’d found a long–lost treasure.
But Wendy was terrified, still shrieking, “Don’t kill me! I’ve never wronged you!”
Her reaction seemed genuine, and Ethan panicked, shaking her. “Wendy, what’s wrong? What happened to ybs Mich
“Let her go!” Jason, who’d left moments ago, suddenly reappeared and punched Ethan in the face.
As Ethan staggered back, Wendy hid behind Jason, gripping his arm tightly. “Jason, I’m scared!”
Ethan took in their closeness–Wendy’s reliance on Jason–and it shattered his last shred of sanity.
“It’s you! You stole my wife! What did you do to her?!” He swung at Jason, but Jason dodged smoothly and flipped Ethan onto the ground with a judo throw. “She said she doesn’t know you.”
Ethan climbed to his feet. “Impossible!”
He pulled out his phone, hands trembling as he pulled up a video. “Wendy, look–this is our wedding. Here’s your birthday when you wanted a star, so I bought you one. You said you loved snow, so I built you an ice palace. See how happy you were, snowflakes in your hair… And this is when our son was born. Look how happy we were as a family.”
Video after video flashed by under Ethan’s fingers.
Wendy watched the unfamiliar scenes, yet a strange sense of déjà vu tugged at her.
Especially the little boy’s face–it sent a sharp pang through her chest, an overwhelming grief enveloping her.
She took a deep breath, her gaze turning complex as she looked at Ethan.
“Ethan, if what you’re saying is true,” she paused, “then where’s our son?”
Ethan’s body locked up as if his spine had been shattered, his shoulders slumping.
“Our son… was killed by Lena…” Choking back sobs, he recounted everything.
Even as an outsider listening to the story, Wendy felt her heart being torn apart, the pain suffocating.
She looked at the man
egging f
for forgiveness and felt no pity–only that he deserved it.
“Ethan, listen!” Her voice cracked, tears welling. “If I really was your wife, then get the hell away from me! Or I’ll kill you myself!”
“Wendy!” Ethan staggered, reaching for her.
“Don’t touch me!” Wendy snarled, glaring.
Ethan’s hand froze midair, heartbroken but realizing his mistake.
Pushing her like this would only drive her further away.
“Okay. Okay.” He nodded, stepping back. “Wendy, I’ll wait for you. Until you forgive me.”
Chapter 15
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Chapter 15
Wendy recoiled at his frenzied expression, bracing against the door.
“Who are you calling ‘Baby‘? Who even are you?”
The man faltered. “Wendy, you don’t remember me? I’m Ethan!”
Wendy was utterly baffled. “Mister, I don’t know you! Are you drunk?”
Ethan stood frozen, the revelation hitting him like a bucket of ice water.
Then the paralysis broke–muscles twitching with renewed urgency as he shoved his shoulder against the doorframe, forcing his way inside. “I get it-
you’re still mad at me, right? It was all Lena’s fault! I’ve made her pay! Our son’s death was an accident–we can have more children!”
Now Wendy was sure–this wasn’t a drunkard but a lunatic.
“Help! There’s a pervert!” She screamed while pushing against the door, but his strength overpowered her.
The door flew open, and Ethan rushed in, pulling her into a crushing embrace.
Like he’d found a long–lost treasure.
But Wendy was terrified, still shrieking, “Don’t kill me! I’ve never wronged you!”
Her reaction seemed genuine, and Ethan panicked, shaking her. “Wendy, what’s wrong? What happened to you? Dhup bl
“Let her go!” Jason, who’d left moments ago, suddenly reappeared and punched Ethan in the face.
As Ethan staggered back, Wendy hid behind Jason, gripping his arm tightly. “Jason, I’m scared!”
Ethan took in their closeness–Wendy’s reliance on Jason and it shattered his last shred of sanity.
“It’s you! You stole my wife! What did you do to her?!” He swung at Jason, but Jason dodged smoothly and flipped Ethan onto the ground with a judo throw. “She said she doesn’t know you.”
Ethan climbed to his feet. “Impossible!”
so I
He pulled out his phone, hands trembling as he pulled up a video. “Wendy, look–this is our wedding. Here’s your birthday when you wanted a star, bought you one. You said you loved snow, so I built you an ice palace. See how happy you were, snowflakes in your hair… And this is when our son was born. Look how happy we were as a family.”
Video after video flashed by under Ethan’s fingers.
Wendy watched the unfamiliar scenes, yet a strange sense of déjà vu tugged at her.
Especially the little boy’s face–it sent a sharp pang through her chest, an overwhelming grief enveloping her.
She took a deep breath, her gaze turning complex as she looked at Ethan.
“Ethan, if what you’re saying is true,” she paused, “then where’s our son?”
Ethan’s body locked up as if his spine had been shattered, his shoulders slumping.
“Our son… was killed by Lena…” Choking back sobs, he recounted everything.
Even as an outsider listening to the story, Wendy felt her heart being torn apart, the pain suffocating.
She looked at the man begging for forgiveness and felt no pity–only that he deserved it.
“Ethan, listen!” Her voice cracked, tears welling. “If I really was your wife, then get the hell away from me! Or I’ll kill you myself!”
“Wendy!” Ethan staggered, reaching for her.
“Don’t touch me!” Wendy snarled, glaring.
Ethan’s hand froze midair, heartbroken but realizing his mistake.
Pushing her like this would only drive her further away.
“Okay. Okay.” He nodded, stepping back. “Wendy, I’ll wait for you. Until you forgive me.”
