Chapter 1
Ethan Carter never showed up that night we were supposed to pick out my wedding dress.
When I arrived at his office, the place was buzzing.
“Congrats, Ethan! You won the case, and you won the girl!”
“Yeah, after all these twists and turns, Chloe, your childhood sweetheart, is finally back by your side.”
“Ethan, does this mean your wedding with Jenna Miller is indefinitely postponed?”
Ethan, surrounded by his colleagues, kept his eyes downcast, his voice chillingly cold.
“Don’t compare Jenna to Chloe. Chloe would die if I left her, but Jenna wouldn’t.”
I stood outside the door, clutching the bottle of wine I’d made just for him, before dropping it into a nearby trash can.
Ethan Carter, I have no use for a love that leaves me half–dead.
As I walked out of the law firm, my phone vibrated with his call.
His voice was low, laced with apology.
“Moon, the firm’s celebrating tonight. Can we postpone picking out the wedding dress?”
I watched Chloe Davies walk into the firm and simply smiled.
“Sure. No need to pick one.”
The man on the other end chuckled, sounding perfectly pleased.
“Moon, you’re so understanding. Pick whatever style you like, anything you love, I’ll love too.”
I’d heard that line countless times.
I used to believe it was trust, a boundless sense of security.
Now, it felt like an endless mockery.
Perhaps indifference was the only true freedom.
I raised an eyebrow slightly
“Okay, I’ll arrange everything.”
After hanging up, I canceled the wedding dress appointment.
A weight lifted from my chest, yet I felt no trace of reluctance.
I had never doubted my feelings for Ethan Carter.
I truly believed we were deeply in love.
Ethan and I met through winemaking.
In the cellar, his perfect profile seemed to sweeten the very air.
From that day on, my wine gained a new flavor–one called ‘love.”
I started chasing him with my wines.
‘Ethan Carter, I just made this. Want to try it?”
‘Ethan Carter, doesn’t this smell amazing?”
‘Ethan Carter, do you like this flavor?”
Every day, I flitted around him like a chirping little bird.
Slowly, we started talking, drinking together.
He tirelessly served as my winemaking guinea pig
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