Chapter 4

Her voice was loud, exceptionally clear in the quiet living room.

The bathroom door opened, and Ethan walked out, wrapped in a towel, water still dripping from his hair.

He had clearly heard the phone call. The smile on his face vanished instantly, replaced by suppressed anger.

He frowned, walking over to me.

"Chloe, why are you always so immature?"

I hung up the phone and looked up at him.

"Is getting married something one person can decide? Have you ever considered my feelings?"

I said softly, "But I don't want to break our promise."

Ethan stared at me, seemingly…