“All right, stop crying now. I’ll put some medicine on it for you.”

He gently patted my head to soothe me as he got up to grab the first aid kit, muttering along the way.

“Look at you—such a big girl, but still afraid of pain and always crying. What would you do without me?”

I stared blankly at the red burn mark on my wrist.

“Yes, I’d been spoiled for a full seven years. What would I do without him?”

“But, Ethan, I don’t want you anymore. I don’t want this fake love anymore.” I said to myself.

That night, I couldn’t sleep well and woke up covered in sweat.

Just as dawn was breaking, Ethan pulled me out of bed.

I grumbled, trying to push him away, but he just chuckled and leaned in to kiss me.

Instantly, all my sleepiness vanished. I almost slapped him, but barely managed to hold myself back.

Luckily, it was just a quick kiss.

“Awake yet, my Sleeping Beauty?”

I turned away, wiping my mouth in disgust.

“It’s the weekend. Why can’t you let people sleep in?”

Ethan looked helpless. “Did you know you had a fever last night? Get up; I’m taking you to the hospital.”

Although I felt mostly fine, I couldn’t argue with him, so I reluctantly got up.

In the hospital corridor, we unexpectedly ran into Amanda.

It looked like she had hurt her foot and was struggling to hop down the hallway on her own.

Ethan, who had been gentle just moments before, instantly frowned.

Forgetting I was beside him, he rushed over to Amanda and held her, asking in concern, “What happened?”

Amanda smiled at him, looking past him toward me.

“It’s just a sprained ankle. What a coincidence; you two are here for a checkup too?”

Ethan’s expression froze. He glanced back at me, his eyes shifting.

“Yeah, my ‘little sister’ here had a bit of a fever, so I brought her in for a check-up.”

I had grown used to being called “sister” by now.

From the moment Ethan decided not to go public with our relationship, he introduced me as his friend’s little sister, someone he was helping to look after.

Only his closest friends knew of our true relationship.

Amanda nodded. “She’s staying at your place, so of course, you have to look after her carefully. You two go on; I need to head over there.”

She gestured toward the other clinic on the opposite side.

Seeing her start hopping again, Ethan didn’t think twice before scooping her up in his arms.

“Let me take you over. Emma, wait here for me.”

For some reason, as soon as I saw Amanda, I suddenly felt weak, drained of all energy.

I leaned against the wall, saying nothing.

Ethan hadn’t actually asked for my permission. After those words, he was already carrying Amanda toward the other clinic.

The fact, no matter how well he acted, when faced with Amanda, genuine feelings slip through, betraying the facade.

And Ethan didn’t even realize it.

I forced a bitter smile, turned and walked to my own clinic.

Apparently, it wasn’t just in my head; after checking my temperature, I learned my fever was as high as 41.3°C.

The burn had become infected, worsened by my recent emotional stress, leading to a viral infection that required IV treatment.

Out of habit, I reached for my phone to call Ethan, but stopped myself before dialing.

Habit was a terrifying thing.

I gave a self-mocking smile, put my phone away, William to get my medication and headed to the IV room alone.

After finishing my IV, I felt even dizzier. I took a few steps and almost stumbled.

Ethan still hadn’t returned—no calls, no messages.

Reluctantly, I decided to call him first to avoid any misunderstandings.

When he heard I was still at the hospital, he paused for a moment.

“I’m sorry, Emma. I planned to come back for you right after taking Amanda home, but her stomach started acting up, so…”

Before he could finish, I overheard a waitress in the background. “Sir, your dishes are all served. Please enjoy your meal!”

Though Ethan quickly covered the receiver, I’d already heard it all.

“It’s fine. I’m on my own—I can manage.”

I said it to reassure myself and to reassure him.

Just as I was about to hang up, he suddenly called out my name, “Emma, just head home. I’ll explain everything later.”

Explain what, exactly? Just more lies to string me along.

I ended the call without a word and arranged for a driver to take me home.

But that night, Ethan didn’t come back.

Kept awake by the fireworks outside, I pulled out my tablet and resumed sketching custom jewelry designs for a client.

While working, I accidentally brushed the chat app in the lower right corner and a new post from an hour ago appeared.

It was from Amanda: a beautiful shot of fireworks bursting against the night sky, captioned with poetic words:

“After half a lifetime away, I return to you. And here, the fireworks bloom, a welcome in all its glory!”

I stared at the post for a long time, only realizing when I tried to log out that the chat app was still logged into Ethan’s account on my tablet.

Felt uninterested in prying into their flirtations, I simply logged out of the app.

The next morning, feeling somewhat refreshed, I arrived at the office on time.

The manager held my resignation letter and when she heard I was going back home to get married, she looked both happy and wistful.

“With you leaving, I’m losing one of my best team members.”

Unsure of what to say, I gave her a hug and thanked her for all the support over the years.

After completing the formalities, my colleagues heard the news and insisted on a farewell meal to celebrate my upcoming wedding.

I didn’t decline and booked a table at a restaurant Ethan and I frequented. It was one of the few restaurants I knew and the food was genuinely good.

Halfway through the meal, I excused myself to go to the restroom, only to run into Amanda.

She greeted me warmly, “Didn’t expect to see you here, too! You know, this was the restaurant Ethan first brought me to back in college. We’ve come here so many times.”

I gave her a polite smile and was about to leave, not considering our relationship close enough for small talk.

But she didn’t seem to feel the same. Just as I was about to go, she stopped me again.

“I noticed last time that Ethan always rinses the shrimp in water before peeling it for you. Do you also not eat spicy food?”

The word also made me pause for a moment.

The truth is, I do enjoy spicy food. But every time Ethan peeled shrimp for me, he’d insist on rinsing it in water.

He always said it wasn’t good for a girl to eat too much spice.

I had always thought he was looking out for my health.

But now, I realized it was simply a habit.

The one who didn’t eat spicy food—the one he was thinking of—is Amanda.

Seeing that I was silent, she tilted her head slightly, carefully studying my face.

"I've wanted to say this since the first time we met—don’t you think we look very much alike, little sister?"

In that moment, I had never felt such humiliation and disgrace. Under her triumphant gaze, I could only flee in panic.

Back in the private room, my colleagues' warmth began to thaw my icy blood. Just as I was about to cast aside that unpleasant encounter, the door to the room swung open.

Seeing the two full tables of people, Ethan froze for a moment, then locked eyes with me. I could see the restrained anger in his gaze, though I couldn’t understand why.

He clenched his fists before finally calling my name, ordering me outside. Puzzled, I followed him out, only to be met with a hard slap in the corridor.

It was the first time he had ever hit me.

As I stared at him in disbelief, he showed no sign of guilt or hesitation—just pure fury.

"Why did you push Amanda? You knew she had a twisted ankle! I told you I’d explain things when we got back, but you just had to handle it so harshly?"

My cheek burned with pain.

In the distance, Amanda hobbled toward us, her shirt rumpled, stained with water and dirt. Just as I opened my mouth to explain, she fell to the ground with a dramatic thud.

Without a second thought, Ethan pushed past me and rushed over, cradling her in his arms.

"I told you I'd bring her over to apologize to you. Why did you come out here?" he said.

Though his words sounded reproachful, his voice was filled with tenderness.

With tears in her eyes, Amanda shook her head at him. "It’s not a big deal; she didn’t do it on purpose. Don’t be so hard on her."

"If her brother finds out you hit his sister, it might hurt the bond between you two," she added.

At the mention of my brother, a strange expression crossed Ethan's face, but his resolve returned as he looked back at Amanda.

"Her brother entrusted her to me, so it’s my duty to correct her when she’s in the wrong," he said firmly.

I laughed bitterly and couldn’t resist asking, "What exactly did I do wrong? Even in court, you need solid evidence to convict someone. Haven’t you thought about how unfair it is to judge me and even lay hands on me without understanding the truth?"

Ethan clenched his fists, glaring at me. "You knew there were no cameras in the restroom, so you thought you could act without consequence."

I felt both amused and stung by the injustice.

"If there are no cameras, then how can you be sure it was me?"

"Why would Amanda wrongfully accuse you? She must have a reason, right? Besides, I've known her for years—she’s not the kind of person who lies."

"And I am?" I asked, my voice barely hiding the bitterness.

After seven years together, I thought he would trust my character, if nothing else. But I was wrong. In front of Amanda, even seven years meant nothing.

One word from her was all it took to convict me, leaving me without a chance to defend myself.

It was blatant favoritism, a glaring display of partiality. And I, in the end, was nothing more than a stand-in, a replacement with nothing to offer.

Seeing no point in arguing further, I turned to leave, ignoring Ethan’s furious commands to stay.

With the mark of his slap still on my face, I didn’t want to ruin my colleagues' mood, so I chose not to return to the private room. Instead, I went to the front desk, paid the bill and sent them a message:

"Something urgent came up, so I had to leave. Enjoy the meal and drinks—it's on me!"