Ava and Ethan’s rapid connection ignited a whirlwind romance packed with enchanting dates and meaningful chats. Merely three months in, Ethan’s proposal sends Ava soaring with happiness. However, as their nuptials near, a startling revelation threatens to unravel their storybook romance.
Imagine feeling like you’re living a scene from a romance novel. That was me on a balmy spring day when I first encountered Ethan.
I was perusing my favorite coffee shop turned bookstore, leafing through new titles when our hands brushed against each other.
Both of us reached for the same copy of “Pride and Prejudice.” Lifting my gaze, I nearly lost myself in his deep, brown eyes. His smile, brimming with charm and dimples, made my heart skip.
“Oops, sorry,” he chuckled. “Seems we have similar taste.”
Nervously, I laughed. “It’s yours.”
“Why don’t we share it?” He suggested, leaning in, his cologne a subtle hint of the forest. “Maybe over coffee?”
I couldn’t resist. We spent the afternoon curled up on a plush sofa, sipping coffee and swapping book recommendations. By the time he asked for my number, I was completely taken.
Thus began our intense romance—starlit dinners, spontaneous trips, and profound midnight discussions felt like we had known each other for lifetimes.
It was like starring in a real-life romance film. I should have sensed it was too perfect.
Three months from our first meeting, Ethan popped the question at the very same coffee shop. As the sun dipped, casting a romantic glow, he knelt before me.
“Ava, you’ve filled my life with joy in no time. Will you marry me?”
Tears streamed down as I nodded vigorously. “Yes, yes, a thousand times, yes!”
He slid the ring on, lifted me in his arms, and for a moment, everything was perfect.
Our wedding was set for a quaint lakeside venue with just close friends and family. The night before was a blur of joy with toasts and laughter.
Ethan’s sister, Olivia, always the life of the party, joked around as we headed to freshen up. “Olivia, careful with that drink,” I laughed as she nearly spilled it.
“You know, it’s amazing you two pulled this off,” Olivia remarked, her tone shifting subtly.
Puzzled, I asked, “Pulled what off?”
“The whole fake marriage thing,” she casually sipped her drink. “I mean, with the inheritance on the line, you both deserve an Oscar.”
My heart plummeted. “Fake marriage?”
Olivia’s face blanched. “You didn’t know?” she stuttered, realizing her slip. “I thought you were in on it.”
Shock washed over me. “In on what?”
She whispered, “Ethan’s inheritance. Our grandfather’s will required him to marry within six months to inherit. We thought this was just a convenient setup.”