He didn’t push it further and instead launched into an explanation, going overboard to insist he had absolutely nothing to do with the dancer.
I turned to face him fully, my voice calm but firm. “Ethan.”
His hands tightened on the steering wheel, and his knuckles turned white. “Yeah?”
“Do you remember what I told you when we got married?” I asked.
His hands trembled, and the car swerved slightly before he regained control, pulling over to the side of the road. He slammed on the brakes and turned to me, his face pale.
“Claire! I swear to you! I will love only you in this lifetime! I won’t ever give you a reason to leave me! I mean it!” His tone was intense, eerily similar to the vows he’d made five years ago.
'The experiment will begin in Iceland in a month. You can change your mind at any time during this period.' Dr. Reed's words echoed in my mind as I took a deep breath.
Right then, I turned to Ethan and said, “Ethan, take me to Iceland. I want to see the Northern Lights.”
He visibly relaxed, letting out a long sigh of relief. “Of course! Whatever you want.”
When we got home, Ethan wrapped his arms around me from behind, resting his head on my shoulder.