My Life For Her Happy Ending Chapter 04

My Life For Her Happy Ending Chapter 04

The crowd outside the door grew louder.

Ethan’s best friend clapped him on the shoulder.

“What are you so nervous about? It’s not a wedding. Mia’s crazy about you. She’ll say yes.”

“Exactly! We’ve been waiting for this for years!”

Mom and Dad joined in.

Mom called out, smiling, “Mia, stop being difficult. Ethan’s already apologized. Come out, sweetie.”

Dad cleared his throat. “Honey, he’s a good man and he’s put together a beautiful night. Don’t ruin it.”

The whole room held its breath, watching the door.

Candles flickered. Balloons bobbed against the ceiling.

Everyone was waiting for me to throw open the door and run into Ethan’s arms.

I floated above them, my chest aching.

The proposal I’d waited five years for was finally here. Just not in the way I’d ever imagined.

Time crawled. The room stayed quiet. The smell grew sharper.

Someone muttered, “Do you guys smell that? Something’s off.”

More voices chimed in.

“Yeah, it’s getting stronger. What is that?”

Mom, who cared more about appearances than anything, forced a smile and hurried to grab the key from the kitchen.

“Sweetheart, don’t be shy!” she called out, her voice too bright. “You’ve been waiting for this! I’m opening the door!”

The lock clicked.

Sunlight streamed through the window and landed on the bed.

Ethan stepped in through a shower of confetti, a bouquet of white roses in his arms. He dropped to one knee,and everyone outside could hear.his voice.

“Mia! Will you marry me?”

Cheers erupted behind him.

Only I lay still on the bed, looking like I was asleep.

Chloe stood in the corner, staring at my body, her face twisted with resentment.

The room buzzed with applause and congratulations.

But I stayed motionless. Silent. No response at all.

Ethan called my name again, his voice softening.

“Mia? Can you hear me?”

“Mia? Wake up. I’m here to marry you.”

His smile began to stiffen.

“Mia? Come on. Get up.”

Mom pushed forward and grabbed my right hand, trying to pull me upright.

“Mia! That’s enough! All these people are waiting! Get up right now and apologize for wasting their time—”

Then my right hand came off in her grip.

Loose. Soft. Completely limp.

My body stayed on the bed. Only my hand hung in the air, swinging gently.

Mom turned her head. Every smile in the room vanished.