Love On Ice: Don’t Leave Me, My Charming Liar

Chapter 418: Ethan's gaze locked onto the woman before him, his usually composed eyes now shimmering with excitement and, notably, surprise. "I would recognize you no matter how much you've changed," he said, his voice steady, each word carrying weight. Nyla's expression darkened as she swiftly withdrew her hand from his. "You've got the wrong person." She rubbed her sore wrist, shot Ethan a quick glance, and made to leave. Staying any longer would be foolish. "Where are you going? Come home with me," Ethan said, his words naive yet commanding. "You've lost your mind," Nyla snapped.

Her expression was one of visible annoyance, though a hint of fear flickered in her eyes, betraying her apparent calm. "You seem to forget, we're still married. You're still my wife, and a simple check will confirm that." Ethan's tone darkened with each word. Nyla felt a surge of unease. Hadn't they finalized their divorce years ago? Surely, Ethan must have moved on, possibly even remarried, especially considering that woman from the past... With a chilly response, Nyla said, "Then verify it. But I am not who you think I am.

And if you block my way again, I will call the police." Ethan paused, yet his belief was unshaken; this was Nyla. "Why have you been gone for four years? Why leave? You set the villa on fire to escape. Are you really so desperate to erase your past?" Nyla stopped dead in her tracks. What was he implying-that she set the villa on fire? That had been Stella's doing, not hers. How had the blame shifted to her? A bitter laugh broke from Nyla's lips, her eyes clouded with disappointment. As she turned to leave, a voice that was all too familiar carried through the hallway.

Fresh chapters live gαlnσνs․com "Ethan, you're already here? Why didn't you send me a message?" Callie, holding a form, eyed Ethan in the hallway before slowly approaching him. As she approached, her gaze moved to the woman standing beside him. Her steps hesitated, and her expression grew more solemn. When she reached them and took a closer look at the woman, her hand trembled slightly, clenching the form. "Nyla?" Nyla's features were unmistakable. Callie couldn't possibly be mistaken. But... wasn't Nyla supposed to be dead? How could this be?

The investigation years ago had confirmed her demise, so why was she here, alive? Callie's expression soured as the tension grew. She was well aware of how tirelessly Ethan had searched for Nyla over the years, and how close she had come to seeing her own plans come to completion. So why was Nyla here now, alive? "You're still alive? That's wonderful! Where have you been all these years? What happened back then?" Callie struggled to keep her composure, her face a blend of astonishment and disbelief. Nyla observed the form in Callie's hand, recognizing it as a gynecological check-up form.

Her brow creased slightly. . . .