"Ellie?" Ethan’s voice snapped Elena back to reality as he called her over to the bedside. His gaze landed on the thermos she was holding.
It was the soup she had spent the entire afternoon making just for him.
"Is this for me?" Ethan loved the soup she made and always praised her talent for it. He even asked her to make it for him every Wednesday and Friday, bringing it to his office.
Elena was overjoyed. No matter the weather—wind, rain, or even a storm—she would always bring him the soup without fail.
Before Elena could say anything, Sienna suddenly took the thermos from her hands, flashing a sweet smile.
"Thanks, Ellie. Didn’t Ethan tell you? Actually, I’m the one who loves your soup. I didn’t want to trouble you since you’re always so busy, so he said it was his favorite instead."
Elena’s smile faltered, and her face went pale for a moment, but she quickly regained her composure. Ethan’s affection for Sienna was something she could never have. In her most desperate moments, she had even wished she could be Sienna.
But what did it matter? Only Elena knew the truth—that Sienna was just a stand-in.