It was then that I stepped in as her senior, giving her a stern talking-to and urging her to return to school.
Though she resisted at first, she eventually returned.
From that point on, our relationship grew closer but remained platonic—friends but never lovers—until Ethan's wedding invitation arrived in Sophie's hands.
Tears mixed with raindrops streamed down her face as she looked at me and said, "Kyle, I know you've always had feelings for me. Let's get married!"
At twenty-two, we entered into marriage.
Given her celebrity status, our wedding was a secret affair—something I completely understood.
By twenty-six, Sophie had given birth to Emma.
But just after her postpartum recovery, she rushed back to filming.
At that moment, my phone buzzed with two messages.
"Kyle, what's wrong with you? Are you trying to sabotage my work?"
"Just take care of yourself and Emma; I'll come home when I can."
As I stared blankly at her texts, I heard a familiar voice nearby.
"Ethan, don't be sad. Even though the baby is gone, you still have me by your side."
A young woman in a flowing white dress approached, intertwining her delicate fingers with Ethan's arm as they walked together.