Unspoken Vows Chapter 1

Helping my childhood friend, who was hospitalized, to the restroom, I bumped into my ex-boyfriend whom I hadn't seen for five years at the door.

He was half-hugging a pregnant woman, head slightly lowered, in an intimate posture.

I vaguely heard the pregnant woman call him "Hubby."

Five years after the breakup, I had imagined the reunion scene countless times, but never dared to think he was already married.

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My mom repeatedly instructed me that Ethan Cole had just undergone surgery and needed someone to stay with him and take care of him for a few days.

And this burden naturally fell on me, who had just resigned.

Before leaving, my mom saw my reluctance and her tone was quite resentful,

"Ethan is a good kid, and I watched him grow up. How is he worse than that Caleb Rivers? Why are you so stubborn..."

"Mom!" I stopped her sternly almost immediately.

Never thought that even after five years, just hearing this name would make my nose burn terribly, and my heart still had a deep stinging sensation.

"You guys just keep trying to matchmake blindly. Anyway, Ethan doesn't like me."

I tried my best to control my breathing, threw down a hard sentence, and left with the thermos.

Arriving at the ward, Ethan was holding his phone, eyes focused, slender fingers jumping back and forth on the screen.

A girl's coquettish voice came through the receiver, sounding exactly like the type Ethan liked.

"Do you look like a patient at all?"

He glanced at me and smiled carelessly, "Jealous?"

I couldn't be bothered to pay attention to him and picked up a book to read on my own.

Half an hour later, Ethan suddenly grabbed my arm.

"Speak." I didn't look up.

He was silent for a while, almost gritting his teeth to say, "I need to go to the bathroom."

My movement paused, looking up, just in time to see Ethan's slightly turned profile and reddened ear tips.

Helping a six-foot-three adult was really a bit strenuous.

He was very weak, and almost all his weight was on me. Walking to the bathroom, I almost fainted from exhaustion.

Finally waiting for him to finish, this guy still had some conscience, leaning against the wall himself, letting me rest a bit more.

Raising my hand to wipe sweat and tidy up my disheveled appearance, I saw Caleb Rivers in a white coat just like that.

He seemed to be waiting for someone.

In the dim light, the man's features were distinct, with a high nose and thin lips, cold eyebrows slightly lowered, gradually overlapping with the clean and indifferent young man in my memory.

All reason, restraint, and forbearance were shattered, and I almost rushed up.

If a pregnant woman hadn't appeared beside him.

He lowered his head slightly, half-hugging the pregnant woman, in an intimate posture.

What chilled my heart even more was that I vaguely heard the pregnant woman call him:

"Hubby."