On Our Wedding Night, She Told Me My Husband Will Betray Chapter 03

On Our Wedding Night, She Told Me My Husband Will Betray Chapter 03

Cold sweat broke across my skin. The ghost slapped her hands over my eyes.

“This is what loving Ethan Shaw costs you.”

“Ellie. Walk away from him. Please.”

I couldn’t believe it. I couldn’t make sense of it.

Three years ago, when he stepped in front of that knife, the look in his eyes was love. I was sure of it.

My throat burned. Something ached in the center of my chest.

I came back to my body. Ethan was sitting on the edge of the bed, rubbing circles on my stomach.

He saw my eyes open and his whole face shifted. Wide, guilty, searching.

“This one’s on me, Ellie. I’m sorry.”

He stayed for hours. He went out and came back with a container of the tomato soup I loved.

I finally told him to go home and get some rest. He left looking back over his shoulder the whole way.

The tenderness in his eyes. We were in love. I knew we were.

The ghost sat at the head of my bed, quiet.

“He’s leaving right now to pick Lily up from her shift.”

I didn’t believe her. I closed my eyes.

She lunged forward and pulled my eyelids open with her small fingers.

She could actually touch me.

“Don’t trust me? Fine. Check his Instagram.”

I opened the app. Two minutes ago, Lily had posted: “My Mr. Shaw showed up.”

The photo: two hands laced together. The black mole on the back of Ethan’s hand. Unmistakable.

“Break up with him. Right now. Before this gets worse.”

The ghost paced in furious circles, wanting to drag me to his door that very second.

I put my phone face-down. I didn’t want to look at it.

The next day, Ethan was back. Takeout cream of mushroom, soup this time.

He filled a bowl himself and moved to spoon-feed me.

When the bowl was empty, he shifted in his seat and looked at me sideways.

“Ellie… would you be willing to withdraw from the accelerated PhD track?”

My grip tightened around the blanket. I looked straight at him.

That spot was mine. I’d earned it with a gold medal at nationals.

Ethan stalled. Started and stopped.

“If you pull out, Lily moves up as the alternate. You’re a Bennett. You can afford to be generous. Just do this for me.”

“I’m asking you. Please.”

He laced his fingers through mine. His eyes were begging.

She shook her head violently. “Don’t you dare. Don’t you do it.”

He’d never begged me for anything before.

He’d nearly bled out for me once.

He’d driven three hours each way because I mentioned wanting a specific pastry from a bakery out of town.

He used to say all of that was just how love worked, and that I should never feel guilty for accepting it.

Now he was begging. For Lily.

A woman who was supposed to be nothing to us.