His Unwanted Fiancée's Regret

e him a brief, distracted nod before her attention was entirely consumed by Leo Ramsey again. Leo,

Dr. Ramsey's widow. She was a kind, elderly w

r being here. It means a l

t a pang of sympathy for this woman who had lost her husband and w

. Too strong sometimes, for her own good. This whole thing with Le

not offering

s for you deeply. Very deeply. She told me once, after you' d had some silly argument, th

t a cynical smile touch his lips, but he kept

on, oblivious to his internal turmoil. "Showed me pictures of the

elle who was planning to carry another man' s child? The Isabelle who had left him mid-argu

s hidden affection for him. Each word felt like a tiny, dull ache. It wasn' t that he didn'

. Or, more likely, she' d said those things in passing moments, and they

aused. "It's... good to hear." A polite lie. His decision was made. Thi

grey. Rain began to fall as they exited the church. Isabelle was still g

etery, then back to the Ramsey house. You can ride

assenger seat of Isabelle's car. Mrs. Ramsey was

I don' t think I can handle too many people right no

to Ethan. "Actually, Ethan, maybe it's better if you take a cab

ver's seat and pulled away, leaving Ethan standing o

e started walking, the downpour plastering his suit to his skin, a bitter laugh escaping his lips. An anchor, she' d said. More like dead weight