The Anonymous Notes That Destroyed My Wedding Chapter 08

The Anonymous Notes That Destroyed My Wedding Chapter 08

Ethan reached Tahoe at dusk the next day. 

He followed the street from his coworker’s photo 

until he reached the little artisan textile shop, then 

stopped outside, breathing hard as he peered in. 

No one was inside. 

He went inside and approached the owner. 

“Hi, did a woman come in here today?” 

“Gray coat, long hair, about this tall…” 

He held up a hand to show my height. 

The owner thought for a moment, then nodded. 

“Yes. She was here yesterday and bought some 

fabric. Said she wanted to make a bed for the cat 

at her place.” 

“Do you know where she’s staying?” 

The owner shook her head. 

“I’m not sure. But it looks like she’s staying a while. 

She’s been in a few times.” 

Ethan thanked her and stepped back outside. 

He stood on the sidewalk with no idea where to go 

next. 

So he wandered aimlessly through historic 

downtown Truckee. 

At every inn and guesthouse he passed, he 

glanced up, hoping to catch sight of someone 

familiar. 

Near the south end of downtown, he stopped 

dead. 

I was crouched on a set of steps, feeding a stray 

cat. 

Sunset warmed the side of my face. The wind 

lifted my hair, brushing a few strands across my 

cheek. 

Ethan stopped as if his feet had rooted to the 

ground. 

He opened his mouth, but nothing came out. 

Something made me look up. 

I paused when I saw him. 

Then I looked back down and kept feeding the cat 

as if I hadn’t seen him. 

Ethan closed the distance in a few strides and 

grabbed my wrist. 

“Sienna.” 

I jerked my wrist, but he held on. 

“Let go.” 

“No.” 

His voice shook. 

“Sienna, please. Listen to me. I know I was wrong. 

I know that now.” 

“I ended things with her. I’m never going to see her 

again. Please come home with me.” 

“I’ll give you another wedding. A better one than 

before…” 

I looked up at him. 

He’d lost weight. Dark circles bruised the skin 

under his eyes. 

I didn’t feel sorry for him. 

“Ethan, we don’t have anything left to say.” 

I pulled my hand free and stepped back. 

“You say it’s over with her. Fine. What are you 

going to do about your child?” 

Ethan went still. 

“…” 

“You can’t answer, can you?” 

“That’s your baby. You’re not going to abandon 

your own child.” 

“And as long as you share a child, Chloe will 

always be part of your life.” 

I looked at him and gave a small smile. 

“Ethan, it’s been eight years. I waited for you. I 

forgave you more times than I should have.” 

“But some things can’t be fixed just because you 

say you’re sorry.” 

I turned and walked toward the inn. 

“Go home. Don’t come looking for me again.”