Before Ethan could open his mouth to argue, the police arrived.
Panic flashed across his face, and the mask of unshakable calm he had worn for so long finally cracked.
"Officers, I can explain," Ethan said quickly. "This is not what it looks like. I need to see Sienna. She'll forgive me."
When I opened my eyes in the hospital room, Ethan was sitting beside my bed with red-rimmed eyes.
He reached for my hand, but I moved it away without looking at him.
"Sienna, you're awake," he said hoarsely. "Are you still in pain?"
I stared at the ceiling. I did not want to say a single word to him.
How had this man fooled me for seven years? His acting was painfully bad, yet I had never seen through it once.
Ethan's eyes turned even redder, and his voice grew hoarse.
"I was wrong. I know I was
