Chapter 4
Before opening the door, Charlotte pointed her finger at my forehead with a warning. “If you get back together with him this time, I’m seriously cutting you off for good.”
I laughed and agreed. Only a fool would take him back.
My father was the one who opened the door.
Ethan had brought several bags and packages, which my father promptly threw out. Undeterred, Ethan kept picking them up and trying again.
After several rounds of this, neighbors from several doors down came out to watch the spectacle.
Only after Ethan repeatedly apologized in a subdued voice did my father, still looking grim, finally let him in.
Once inside, Ethan headed straight for the kitchen, making himself at home.
My parents exchanged bewildered glances, while Charlotte muttered “shameless” under her breath and started texting furiously.
Watching his back, I felt a mixture of emotions.
It was not until our fifth year together that our relationship had begun to feel stable.
That was when we exchanged anniversary gifts. He put a necklace around my neck and tentatively asked if we should meet each other’s parents.
I said yes.
We visited his family first. His mother gave me an envelope filled with money, and Anna’s parents thanked me for helping take care of their daughter, presenting me with a pair of bracelets.
Ethan knew I was uncomfortable, so the next day at my parents‘ house, he bustled about helping in the kitchen and making tea.
After several visits, everyone said my parents had found themselves a good son–in–law. My parents seemed to be reminiscing about this too. My father sighed softly. “What a mess this all is.”
My mother looked at me. “Do you want us to throw him out?”
