Chapter 1
He tirelessly served as my winemaking guinea pig.
And I, with equal devotion, became his escape from loneliness.
Until that deafening, drunken declaration: “Ethan Carter, I like you.”
That ended our thirty days of unspoken.
My love was always proactive, but Ethan was like a puppet.
He mechanically agreed to all my requests, even when it came to affection.
Yet, I happily believed this was unconditional favoritism.
It wasn’t until I saw Chloe Davies that I finally understood.
Ethan Carter’s time with me seemed to have been spent chasing her shadow.
I was merely a fleeting distraction.
Just as I was about to drive away, my phone buzzed incessantly with unfamiliar messages.
“Hey Moon, Ethan’s really busy right now. Could you send two bottles of wine over?”
“Ethan specifically asked for the Memory’s Embrace one.”
“He always tells me your wine is so much like me. Thank you for always making him remember me.”
Memory’s Embrace. That was the wine Ethan and I had crafted together.
I provided the skill, he provided the tasting.
It took twenty tries before I finally earned his smile.
After that, Ethan named it Memory’s Embrace.
What was thought of, never forgotten.
I thought he was describing our love, so I treasured the wine.
But I never imagined his childhood sweetheart had already surpassed everything.
My hands trembled, too weak to reply.
In that moment, I felt like a general defeated on the battlefield.
Unable to return to the past, unable to move forward.
But a voice deep inside me resonated with unwavering conviction.
This one–sided love affair needs to end. It’s time to wake up.
Back in the cellar, I pulled out four bottles of Memory’s Embrace.
The production of Memory’s Embrace was very low. Not because I didn’t want to mass–produce it, but because Ethan wouldn’t allow it.
He said it was our exclusive wine, meant only for us, something he didn’t want to share with anyone else.
So, Memory’s Embrace was only brought out on our anniversaries.
We’d toast under the moonlight, our hearts full.
