I Sat Trapped In The Wedding Car For One Whole Hour Chapter 09
Savannah couldn’t even lift her head under his shouting.
Ethan felt like he was going to explode. If he’d realized this sooner, maybe I wouldn’t have left him.
Maybe I wouldn’t have ended things so completely.
His mother looked stunned. A second ago, she’d been all warmth toward Savannah. Now her face
went cold.
There was no point pretending anymore. Savannah’s lips pressed into a thin line, and she didn’t
even look sorry.
“So what if I did? Every time I called, you dropped Hazel and came running. Ethan, you can deny it all you want, but you have feelings for me. Otherwise you never would have let me get away with
it.”
Ethan looked at her like she was insane. “I only ever helped you because I felt bad for Hazel having to deal with you. Without her, you’re nothing to me! This is my home with Hazel. Get the hell out!”
Savannah’s eyes went wide, and she looked like her legs were about to give out. “I don’t believe you. You’re just a coward. You’re too scared to admit it!”
But Ethan was done. He grabbed her, ignored her struggling and her tears, and shoved her out the
door. He slammed it shut behind her.
In that instant, the whole world felt clean.
Ethan looked around the house. He remembered everything I’d said. He pulled up his phone and
scrolled through his photos, trying to find the pictures of the place when I’d first decorated it.
Then he drove straight to a furniture store, determined to put everything back the way it was. The
drapes, the couch, the dining table. He ordered exact replacements for all of it.
It took him a week of work to get it close. But there was one thing he couldn’t find. Our wedding
portraits.
He tracked down Savannah and asked her what she’d done with the portraits she took down.
She laughed in his face. “You didn’t think I’d actually keep those, did you? I burned them all a long time ago.”
Ethan slapped her across the face. “Are you insane? Those were my memories with Hazel. You had no right!”
Seeing the twisted rage on Ethan’s face only gave Savannah a sick sense of satisfaction.
She’d lost everything. No job. Her reputation was destroyed. She couldn’t walk down the street. without being called the other woman. She’d never been so humiliated in her life.
Ethan collapsed on the floor and started blowing up my phone.
[Hazel, the photos from our shoot. Do you still have them? I’ll get new ones printed. I’ll put everything back. Okay? I’ll fix it. I’ll fix all of it.]
[It’ll be just like before. I’m so sorry. Please. Just come home.]
But every message he sent came back undelivered. He kept sending them anyway, like he was possessed. Even though I’d blocked him, it was the only place he could still talk to me.
Even though I would never answer.
The next time I heard about Ethan was six months later. A friend told me his mother had tried setting him up with a few girls, but he told every single one that he was in love with someone else and refused to settle. It made his mother faint from rage more than once.
I just smiled and shrugged. Whatever he did, it had nothing to do with me anymore.
I looked out the window calmly. At some point, the first snow had started falling, blanketing the
world in white.
I turned and called to my parents, who were watching TV in the living room. “Mom, Dad. It’s snowing! Let’s go build a snowman.”
They got up without a word and helped me grab the gear. I looked back at my own clear footprints in
the snow.
Everything from the past felt buried under it, washed clean. And I wasn’t going to look back.
