Helping my childhood friend, who was hospitalized, to the restroom, I bumped into my ex-boyfriend whom I hadn't seen for five years at the door. He was half-hugging a pregnant woman, head slightly lowered, in an intimate posture. I vaguely heard the pregnant woman call him "Hubby." Five years after the breakup, I had imagined the reunion scene countless times, but never dared to think he was already married. 1 My mom repeatedly instructed me that Ethan Cole had just undergone surgery and needed someone to stay with him and take care of him for a few days. And this burden naturally fell on me, who had just resigned. Before leaving, my mom saw my reluctance and her tone was quite resentful, "Ethan is a good kid, and I watched him grow up. How is he worse than that Caleb Rivers? Why are you so stubborn..." "Mom!" I stopped her sternly almost immediately. Never thought that even after five years, just hearing this name would make my nose burn terribly, and my heart still had a deep stinging sensation. "You guys just keep trying to matchmake blindly. Anyway, Ethan doesn't like me." I tried my best to control my breathing, threw down a hard sentence, and left with the thermos. Arriving at the ward, Ethan was holding his phone, eyes focused, slender fingers jumping back and forth on the screen. A girl's coquettish voice came through the receiver, sounding exactly like the type Ethan liked. "Do you look like a patient at all?" He glanced at me and smiled carelessly, "Jealous?" I couldn't be bothered to pay attention to him and picked up a book to read on my own. Half an hour later, Ethan suddenly grabbed my arm. "Speak." I didn't look up. He was silent for a while, almost gritting his teeth to say, "I need to go to the bathroom." My movement paused, looking up, just in time to see Ethan's slightly turned profile and reddened ear tips. Helping a six-foot-three adult was really a bit strenuous. He was very weak, and almost all his weight was on me. Walking to the bathroom, I almost fainted from exhaustion. Finally waiting for him to finish, this guy still had some conscience, leaning against the wall himself, letting me rest a bit more. Raising my hand to wipe sweat and tidy up my disheveled appearance, I saw Caleb Rivers in a white coat just like that. He seemed to be waiting for someone. In the dim light, the man's features were distinct, with a high nose and thin lips, cold eyebrows slightly lowered, gradually overlapping with the clean and indifferent young man in my memory. All reason, restraint, and forbearance were shattered, and I almost rushed up. If a pregnant woman hadn't appeared beside him. He lowered his head slightly, half-hugging the pregnant woman, in an intimate posture. What chilled my heart even more was that I vaguely heard the pregnant woman call him: "Hubby." 2 "Holly, lost your soul?" I suddenly came back to my senses, almost dropping the IV bottle in my hand. Ethan raised the corner of his eye with a smile, "Thinking about a wild man behind my back? Hmm?" Don't know if this guy did it on purpose, but when he said this, his whole body leaned on me again, not to mention his voice was quite loud. The warm breath fluttered on my ears, making me shrink my neck uncomfortably. Just wanted to push him away, suddenly felt a gaze sweep over. I looked at Caleb not far away almost subconsciously. Eyes met. If the Caleb from five years ago saw this, he would definitely walk over with a cold face, hug my waist firmly, and declare sovereignty through gritted teeth. At night, no matter how I coaxed him physically, he wouldn't let it go. Even in the end, he would act aggrieved, "You are not allowed to like anyone else." Such a petty Caleb, such a Caleb who loved me... Now he just looked at me calmly, without any waves. He said lightly to the pregnant woman beside him, "Let's go." Watching the backs of the two leaving, my heart seemed to have a big hole. Five years after the breakup, I had imagined the reunion scene countless times, but never dared to think he was already married. I bit my lip tightly, trying to soothe the sour emotion in my heart, but it still kept fermenting and spreading in my chest. For a moment, I really wanted to rush over and question him regardless of everything, but found that I didn't even seem to have the qualification to question. After all, I was the one who mentioned breaking up first back then. He was such a proud person, yet at that time he used almost every method and put down all his self-esteem to keep me. It was me who couldn't stand the pressure and gave up on him. "I asked for you, he is still single." Ethan's single sentence successfully made me hold back my tears. "Huh?" Ethan looked at me with a smile, "He is my attending physician, coincidence, right?" I was stunned, and a little hope rose in my heart, "Did you ask him personally?" "That's not it." Ethan touched his chin, "I heard it from those nurses." Ethan has always been popular with the opposite sex. He learned from those nurses that Caleb suddenly transferred from Boston a month ago, and the information submitted when he joined was unmarried. My chest was still stuffy, "But that pregnant woman just now..." I know Caleb, he disdains lying and won't wrong himself. If it wasn't a fact, the moment the pregnant woman called him hubby, he would definitely deny it. But he didn't. Ethan looked at me and didn't speak. He thought for a while and proposed a possibility, "Maybe it's unmarried pregnancy?" At night, when Caleb came for rounds, my eyes were already swollen from crying. Don't know if it was my illusion, I felt Caleb seemed to be slightly stunned. But soon, he withdrew his gaze, strode to Ethan's side, and began a routine check. First, he asked about Ethan's injury in a businesslike manner, then asked some routine questions, without looking at me again throughout the process. My hand in my pocket clenched, and my heart felt soaked in acid water. "What did you eat today? Has the frequency of headaches increased or decreased?" Caleb asked. Ethan answered unhurriedly, "Today I ate the porridge Holly made for me personally. Heard from her mom that she cooked it at home for three hours and almost hurt her finger when dealing with crabs. Even her ex-boyfriend didn't get this treatment!" "Strange to say, after drinking Holly's porridge, my head doesn't seem to hurt anymore, tsk." Caleb's movement paused then, turning his head, he looked at me indifferently. 3 Clearly didn't do anything wrong, but I felt inexplicably guilty, my body subconsciously retreating. In the past, Caleb spoiled me too much. When we were together, he did all the cooking, almost nothing for me to worry about. It can be said that my body, heart, and stomach were all tightly grasped by him. It was only in recent years that I learned to cook. Thinking of this, my eyes felt sour again. Then heard Ethan issuing an eviction order, "Since there are no problems, Dr. Rivers go back and rest early." He stared straight at Caleb, saying lazily, "It's inconvenient for you to stay longer." I came back to my senses, glanced at him with a warning, but was directly ignored. Just about to speak, Caleb's emotionless voice rang in my ear, "Oh?" I was stunned, my heart suddenly beating a bit fast. Ethan turned his head, raised his eyebrows at me extremely quickly, and then turned his gaze back to Caleb, "Not a big deal either. Just..." He smiled, slowly and meaningfully, "Haven't showered for a few days, Holly said she would wipe my body." Hearing this sentence, Caleb obviously paused. Just when I thought he would say something, or even do something, he stood up directly, picked up the medical record, and walked away crisply. I stood there in a daze. Unwilling to admit, but had to admit. Caleb seemed to really not care about me anymore... "Holly?" "I'm fine." I stared dead at the floor, hands trembling slightly. Don't know how long passed, a tissue was handed over from the side. It was Ethan. I looked up, meeting his bottomless eyes. He stared at me for a while before asking nonchalantly, "It's been almost five years, still can't let go?" I sniffled, without any hesitation, "Can't let go." Ethan was silent for a moment, still smiling and said, "You also sent me a love letter back then, how come you let go so quickly?" That embarrassing incident was suddenly mentioned, I was slightly stunned. Reacting, somewhat unable to laugh or cry, "That was how long ago. Besides, didn't you reject me at that time, and said you only treated me as a sister." Ethan looked at me, smiled lightly, didn't speak. 4 Perhaps the atmosphere became a bit strange, I took the thermos and left the ward with an excuse. Closing the door, I received WeChat messages from my mom, several long voice messages. Between the lines, applying both soft and hard tactics. Roughly meaning I should take good care of Ethan and seize the opportunity. I leaned weakly against the cold wall outside the ward, somewhat dazed. Since divorcing my dad, my mom changed. She rarely smiled, became strong, irritable, and had a strong desire to control me, always afraid I would leave her like my dad. I haven't even left the state since childhood, except for college. As for Ethan... From kindergarten to high school, childhood sweethearts for more than ten years, following behind him since childhood, how could I not be moved. But he didn't like me. The year of graduation, I summoned up the courage to hand Ethan a love letter. He finished reading the letter word by word in silence, very seriously and frankly said to me, "Holly, I only treat you as a sister." Ethan was born with a face that attracts peaches (romance), he has always been frivolous, lazy, and casual. Rejecting my confession was the most serious thing he had ever done to me. Later, Ethan told me he had a girl he liked very much, met during a physics competition, and he planned to follow her to study abroad. What did I feel at that time? Can't remember clearly. Only remember Ethan sent me a text message before leaving, "I know you want to go to medical school in Boston, Holly, never disappoint your own life." Then I changed my application behind my mom's back and went to Boston. And thus met Caleb. When I inadvertently mentioned Caleb's name to Ethan across the ocean countless times, not only Ethan but I also realized something. During that time, Ethan lost contact for a long time. When he messaged me again, I was already with Caleb. 5 That was the first night Caleb and I lived together, I happened to be on my period. Caleb held me on his lap, slender fingers gently and softly kneading my lower abdomen through a thin layer of clothing. When the pain eased a bit, he brought a bowl of hot porridge. I had bad intentions, hooking his little finger with mine, "I won't eat without a reward." Caleb was unmoved, but still couldn't withstand my pestering, big palm holding the back of my head, gave me a very soul-hooking, fatal kiss. Stopping at the right point. Finally, he straightened me up, eyes full of spring, paralyzed in his arms smiling badly, face indifferent, but voice hoarse, "Porridge is getting cold, drink quickly." Probably because I chased Caleb first back then, and he was always cold to me at that time, after being together I liked to tease him, provoke him. The more indifferent he was, the more I liked to see him lose control. Later when we really started having sex, Caleb began to know the taste, and the proactive, uncontrolled person became him... Ethan's message was sent at that time. He said, "Holly, I'm coming back." Facing Caleb's obscure, slightly probing eyes, I was open and frank, "He is my neighbor, also my brother, known for more than twenty years." Caleb barely believed me, but every time Ethan sent a message, he looked like facing a big enemy, wanting to pretend indifference but failing, really cute. Due to many factors, gradually, I stopped contacting Ethan. At that time, Caleb and I agreed to get the certificate upon graduation. But who knew, as soon as I graduated, something happened to my family. Relatives called me saying my mom was seriously ill. When I bought a ticket and rushed over, I found they united to lie to me. My mom never forgave me for changing my college application without permission. She hated me, hated me for disobeying her, hated me for escaping her control. Even, she never accepted Caleb from the bottom of her heart. "Holly, you want to study medicine, clearly you could go to college here at home. You want to get married, Ethan is a good kid." "Everything Mom arranged for you is what suits you best!" During that time, my mom locked me at home, confiscated my phone, and forbade me to contact Caleb. Even used my phone to send some humiliating words to Caleb in my tone: "Why do you think I would marry into a family with a father addicted to gambling and a disabled mother?" "Do you really think Ethan is just my brother? You are just a spice for my boring college life." When I discovered all this and wanted to find Caleb to explain regardless of everything, my mom completely exploded. She stood on the balcony, veins popping on her hand gripping the railing due to force. At that time she was emotionally out of control, crying and threatening me, if I didn't break up with Caleb, she would jump down from the twelfth floor immediately. At that moment, I retreated. No matter how much I loved Caleb, I couldn't watch my mom die. That night, Caleb stood downstairs, pale and much thinner. He seemed to have lost all pride, clearly received those hurtful text messages, clearly thought I loved someone else, yet still almost in a humble posture, carefully begging for reconciliation. However, facing my mom's threat, I couldn't even go downstairs to see him once.
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