Missed Happiness

When Ethan chased after his white moonlight overseas, I begged him not to go, but he didn’t even turn around.

A year later, I got married, and Ethan flew back.

Seeing my wedding ring, the always spoiled Ethan broke down.

He forced a smile. “Lauren, do you want to take it off yourself, or should I?”

His voice trembled. “I’ll buy you any ring you want, just take this one off, please.”

My wedding was small, just a dozen close friends and family for dinner.

My husband, bless him, didn’t let me lift a finger, taking care of the guests while I chatted with my best friend.

Zoe, my best friend, was quite emotional seeing me married. “I thought you’d wait for Ethan forever.”

I smiled faintly. “I thought so, too.”

She said, “Does Ethan know you’re married?”

I shook my head. “No. And he doesn’t need to know.” 

She paused. “I heard Ethan booked a flight last night, went crazy, flew back from America overnight.”