(Ethan's POV)
The words land wrong. Feel wrong.
Like she's been waiting to say this for a long time.
"I need to see her," I hear myself say. "I need to see this woman I'm supposedly engaged to."
"Ethan—" Rosalie starts.
"Now."
Before Rosalie can protest, there's a click and the door opens.
The beautiful woman walks in.
Dark hair. Tired eyes. Wearing jeans and a sweater that have seen better days.
Her brows scrunch into a deep frown at the sight of Rosalie by my beside.
She stops when her eyes meet mine.
"Ethan."
The way she says my mine—with joy, relief, and slight grievance like everything she's been holding in for three days is about to break free... pain stabs me in the chest.
This must be her. Sabrina Moore. The woman I'm engaged to.
She crosses to the bed. Reaches for my
