Chapter 3

My dead heart was reignited.

God knows how much I hoped Ethan would discover the truth.

I hoped he could find evidence from the subtle clues that he still loved me.

However, after his lips moved for a long time, he still didn't say a word.

I was allergic to almonds.

But in my memory, Sophie was allergic to almonds and had told Ethan many times.

Now he'd forgotten about this.

Did that mean he still had me in his heart?

Henry looked back and forth, tugged Ethan's sleeve, and quietly reminded him.

"Dad, the one who loved almond milk was Mom."

My eyes grew hot, and I bit my lip hard and turned away.

I couldn't describe what I was feeling.

Ethan put down the bowl in his hand and hugged me, apologizing repeatedly.

"I'm sorry, Sophie... I forgot."

"Charlotte really did like drinking this before. Every time she drank the almond milk I made during her period, she'd be happy for a long time."

"I just haven't adjusted yet. I'm really sorry."

"Give me a little more time. I promise I'll remember your preferences and forget Charlotte completely, okay?"

I bit through my lip, letting the blood flow into my heart.

So be it...

Stop hoping for anything from Ethan and torturing yourself.

I leaned on his shoulder and nodded lightly. "Don't let it happen again."

Henry also snuggled over, saying sweetly, "From now on, I'll supervise Dad to remember everything about Mom."

The father and son kept their word.

They never got Sophie's preferences wrong again.

After leaving the hospital, Ethan brought me home.

In the years after my death, I'd been by their side.

I also knew that Ethan couldn't bear to throw away the things I'd left behind. He'd maintained the house's original appearance and didn't allow anyone to damage it.

Once, Sophie had the nerve to visit our home and threw away a puzzle I'd been working on with Henry. Ethan got really angry.

Later, regardless of his image, he personally went to the trash to find the puzzle pieces, put them back together with Henry one by one, and returned them to their original place.

But now...

I looked around the living room.

The puzzle that had been on the entryway cabinet was gone.

The vase I'd bought for the table was nowhere to be seen.

And the family photo of the three of us that should have been hanging on the living room wall had also been put away.

All traces of me had been completely removed by Ethan.

An empty, uncomfortable feeling filled my heart.

I unconsciously spoke out loud. "This house... is missing a lot of things."

Ethan hugged me from behind and said softly.

"You're right. This house is missing a lady of the house. Sophie, will you marry me?"

As he spoke, a diamond ring came into my view.

Even though I'd known this day would come, I couldn't stop trembling inside.

Should I say yes?

If the real Sophie were here, she would definitely agree, wouldn't she?

While my thoughts were in chaos.

Ethan walked in front of me with the ring and knelt on one knee.

"Sophie, I'm serious."

The next second, countless people rushed out of the room, releasing countless party poppers with a "bang," cheering loudly.

"Marry him! Marry him!"

For an instant, I thought I'd returned to long ago, when Ethan proposed to me.

Back then, there were also so many people blessing Ethan and me, wishing us a long life together.

Ethan had also declared his love publicly just like now.

He thanked Sophie for lighting up his world, thanked Sophie for pulling him out of the abyss.

And thanked Sophie for saving him and his child.

"Charlotte was the love of my first half of life, but Sophie, you are the redemption of my entire life."

"Marry me."

The fire reflected from the ring stung my eyes.

I knew Sophie would agree.

I should choose to accept too.

But at this moment, I couldn't say a single word.

What woman could hand over her own husband to someone else?

I couldn't do it.

Seeing that I still hadn't moved, Ethan's parents approached me with red eyes, saying carefully:

"Sophie, we know any woman would mind that Ethan was married before."

"But after that person died, Ethan was depressed until he met you and finally showed signs of life."

"As parents, our greatest hope is for our child to be happy. We also hope Ethan can move on from the past and live well."

"Sophie, are you willing to grant our request?"