The Fiancée Who Vanished
ved. Ethan's ident
een photos, heard stories. Now, he stood before me, a ghost of Ethan, the same height, the same build, the same dark hair a
ctor, a "spiritual guide," Marcus explained, who had been his compassionate partner, helping him through his demanding work in remote
h perhaps a fraction smoother, more practiced. He took my hands, his grip firm, solicito
overly attentive behavior unsettling. Izzy glided to his side, placing a calming hand on his arm.
Eleanor's insistence. She said she wanted to look after me, after "Ethan's child." One evening, unable to sleep, I
ing to eavesdrop, but Eleanor's voice, usuall
ow could you do this to
ran col
, abandoned her, for that... that manipulative charla
niably Ethan. "Isabella is sick. She has a rare, aggressive leukemia. The doctors... they only gave he
, stifling a gasp. Faked
or's voice was softer now, t
zzy... when she's gone, I'll come back to Sarah and our
us betrayal? The room spun. The man I loved, the fathe