Because I don’t love you
Ethan, a renowned actor, married me out of
spite. His long–time girlfriend, Olivia, had
stormed off to Europe after a fight, and he’d
impulsively walked down the aisle with me.
Three years into our marriage, their drama
continued to unfold. On–screen hugs and
kisses, off–screen flirtatious interviews – the
–
internet was abuzz with pity for me, the
“pathetic stand–in.” I never reacted, always
plastering on a smile and diligently managing.
his PR. Then, I unexpectedly got pregnant. I
quietly terminated the pregnancy without telling
Ethan. When he found out, he was furious, his
voice laced with a strange mix of anger and
pain. “Why?” he demanded. I met his gaze, my
voice calm. “Because I don’t love you.” The
truth was, I loved his deceased brother.
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Everyone knew Ethan had married me to make
Olivia jealous. He hadn’t chased after her when
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she left; he’d married me instead. I wore a
wedding dress that wasn’t meant for me,
married to a man who didn’t love me. Everyone
predicted Ethan would dump me the moment
Olivia returned. But three years in, it seemed
Ethan was… developing feelings for me. He
made me breakfast, coaxed me out of bed, and
kissed me tenderly when I acted cute. There
were moments of intense passion, whispered
promises in the dark. “Baby,” he’d murmur,
“give me a child, just as sweet as you.” We
were like any ordinary, loving couple. Until I
actually got pregnant. Before I could tell Ethan,
Olivia came back. That day, they reconciled.
