I No Longer Want The Blessing You Brought From Snowy Mountain Chapter 03

I No Longer Want The Blessing You Brought From Snowy Mountain Chapter 03

“I said call it off.”

Ethan’s face went dark.

“Dawn. Are you done yet?”

“I’m not playing.”

“Because I stayed with her one night, you’re calling the whole thing off? You’re overreacting.”

He crouched down, picking up the broken pieces, voice tight with rage.

“It’s not the first time, Ethan.”

“It was an accident!”

He raised his voice. “She’s sick. It’s always an accident, and you know that! Why can’t you just be understanding?”

“I understood you for three years. Three times. I’m done, Ethan.”

“What do you want from me? You want me to let her die? I didn’t think you were this cold. You used to be kind.”

He stood up, and his eyes were so foreign.

“So a person’s life is less important than your pride? You used to chase me around begging me to marry you—you weren’t like this back then!”

His words hit me like a punch.

Three years ago, he’d prostrated himself ten thousand times on that mountain for me. Forehead bloody. Knees calloused.

“Dawn,” he’d said, “I’d give you my life.”

Now, for another woman, I was cold and vicious.

“Ethan. Just go.”

“Go? Fine. I’ll go!”

He smashed the fragments on the floor.

“You’ll regret this, Dawn. I’m not stuck with you!”

He slammed the door.

Mom came out, saw the mess, and wrapped her arms around me.

“Dawn…”

I shook her off gently.

“Mom. I’m okay.”

I pulled out my phone and started looking for tickets. To Denver.

I couldn’t stay here.

At noon, Ethan posted on social media.

A group shot. Him, Elena, Gavin Tanner, his childhood friend, and the crew—outdoor barbecue.

Elena was laughing in a bright red dress.

I knew that dress. I’d made it myself. Meant to wear it at the reception the day after the wedding. I’d sewn it too small and given it to his sister.

Now it was on her.

He wrote underneath: [Out of the storm—taking Elena out for some air to celebrate her recovery!]

My world was drowning in rain.

His was clear skies.

Comments poured in from everyone we knew.

[Finally, Ethan! True couple goals.]

[Elena looks gorgeous in that dress. Way more classy than some people.]

[Ethan, you finally woke up!]

I scrolled through them all, my chest twisting tighter with each one.

I called him.

It rang forever. He finally picked up. Background noise—wind, laughter.

“Yeah?”

His voice was already annoyed.

“Ethan. That dress Elena’s wearing. It’s mine.”

A pause.

“Dawn. It’s just a dress. Come on.”

“I gave it to your sister.”

“She gave it to Elena. Said it looked good on her. Can you not be petty right now? I have guests. I don’t have time to fight.”

“Guests?”

“Yeah. Elena wanted to try a real High Plains barbecue, so I’m showing her. We’ll talk when I get back.”

“Ethan.”

“What?”

“The blessing scarf. You put it around her neck. Is that just ‘showing her,’ too?”

The line went dead silent.

After what felt like forever, he said flatly:

“Dawn. That scarf is Elena’s now. I’ll get you another one. Be good, okay? I gotta go.”

Click.

He hung up.

Get another one.

The scarf he’d spent half a year praying for—given away like it meant nothing.

My tears finally came.

So this is what it meant. I wasn’t the one.

I dried my eyes and booked the earliest train to Denver.

I couldn’t spend one more second in this town.