My Husband Mistook His Savior. I Used an Old Photo to Tear Apart His Five-Year Lie

Synopsis

On Valentine's Day, Ethan couldn't join me due to an emergency surgery. I understood the grueling demands on a cardiothoracic surgeon, so I went alone to Aster House, the restaurant he had booked. I had barely taken my seat when the manager approached with a warm smile. "Mrs. Cole, Dr. Cole specifically mentioned yesterday that you love our new lobster pasta. We've already prepared it for you tonight." My grip tightened on the menu. I forced a polite smile and shook my head. "Did he? I'm severely allergic to seafood. He should know that better than anyone." The manager's smile froze. "My apologies, ma'am. We'll take it back immediately." Pushing down the rising suspicion in my chest, I dialed Ethan's number. "Aster House," I said when he picked up. "Were you there yesterday?"