The Day He Returned with His Fiancée, I Was Waiting to Die
Language: en
The day Ethan returned to the States with his fiancée, I was in the hospital waiting to die. Six years. He was still in his crisp white coat, as handsome and refined as ever. I was leaning on crutches, reduced to skin and bones. The moment we ran into each other in the hospital corridor, the hatred surging in his eyes almost swallowed me whole. "Lily, is this what you've become after betraying me for money? A ghost?" I tugged at the oversized sleeves of my sweater, hiding the dense cluster of needle marks and dark bruises on my arms. "Yeah. Seeing me like this... you feel avenged now,…