The camera had never been removed, but now it showed a disconnection warning.
After a brief hesitation, I reconnected with it.
The screen flickered back to life, revealing Lily, dressed in the lingerie Ethan had bought for me, swaying in the room.
That outfit, which I had never worn out of shyness, now looked perfect.
Her fingers traced over the photo wall filled with wedding pictures of Ethan and me.
The surveillance quality was excellent, capturing every mocking expression on Lily's face in sharp detail.
"If I don't come back, would you marry her?"
Ethan didn't answer. He simply took down all the pictures and tossed them carelessly into a corner of the wardrobe.
Lily smiled faintly, lounging back on the bed, her pale toes brushing against Ethan's leg.
“You went through all that trouble with the proposal just to make me see you? If you keep this sullen face, I’m leaving.”
“Don’t you dare!”
Ethan, seemingly unable to contain his anger, pinned Lily down onto the bed, staring fiercely into her eyes.
Lily laughed softly, wrapping her arms around his neck.
“I knew you couldn’t forget me.”