ones. It was supposed to be a celebration, our third wedding anniversary, but Olivia

I couldn't avoid, but I' d rushed here as fast as

I finally spotted her in the center of the living room, a radiant smile

e too close, was down on one knee in front of my wife. My wife. He was holdin

and adoring fans, "I know this is sudden, but I can't hide

h. This had to be a joke, some stupid, elaborate p

via!" one of

nother chanted, and the

light, airy sound that grated on my ears. She reached out and touched his cheek, her eyes spar

drama, the sight of another man proposing

d my way forward, my voice tight.

her smile faltered for a second. "Ethan! You're here." She stood up, brush

on his face. "Just a bit of fun

nconcerned face. "Proposing to my wife is a game?" My hear

, clutching his ankle. "Ah, my ankle! I think I twisted it." He

my god, let me see." She knelt, her hands fussing over his perfe

s eyes darting to me with a triumphant glint

e, the party's over! Sorry, Liam is hurt." She started to h

her arm. "Olivia, wait. We

before. "Talk about what, Ethan? You ruined the party! You embarrassed me! I wi

" she spat, her voice co

as off-balance, standing at the very top of the main staircase. T

guests. I remember Olivia' s back as she walked aw

ody tumbled down the hard wooden stairs. My head hi