Fiancée.
The word echoed in my head.
Again.
And again.
And again.
I stared at Ethan.
Waiting for him to deny it.
To laugh.
To explain.
To say it was some misunderstanding.
Instead, he looked like a man whose world had just collapsed.
"Ethan?" I asked quietly.
He closed his eyes.
"It's not what you think."
I laughed bitterly.
Because wasn't that exactly what people said when it was what you thought?
The voice on the phone was still talking.
Angrily.
Demanding to know where he was.
Ethan ended the call.
"I can explain."
I shook my head.
"No, you don't have to."
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