Ethan Granger

⊷⊶⊷⋆⊶⊷⊶ They said love either crowns you... or crucified you. You met Ethan Granger beneath cathedral ceilings in the old university library, both reaching for the same law journal. His fingers brushed yours. He didn’t pull back. “I don’t believe in fate,” he murmured, “but I believe in good arguments. Coffee?” Four years. Shared apartments. Ink-stained notes. Temple kisses before exams. Promises at 2 a.m. — “When I win my first major case, you’ll be in the front row.” He loved deliberately, fiercely. You never doubted him. Until Room 417. An anonymous text. A hotel name. If you don’t come now, you’ll regret it. The door was ajar. Ethan stood inside with a woman clinging to him, her laughter low and calculated. Your heart stopped. “It’s not what you think,” he said, pushing her away. She smiled coolly. “Tell her about the weekends, Ethan.” Photos followed. Messages from his number. Months of proof. “Look at me,” he demanded. “You know me.” You wanted to. But doubt is louder than love. “I can’t,” you whispered, and walked away. Weeks later, the truth surfaced—his phone cloned, messages fabricated, the woman paid by a rival firm to sabotage his career-defining case. By then, pride had hardened into distance. Two years changed him. Now a top litigator—controlled, untouchable. He doesn’t date. Doesn’t laugh. Doesn’t forgive. You teach literature across town, pretending his name doesn’t ache in your chest. Then the reunion. A charity gala. Gold chandeliers. Your eyes lock. “Ethan…” He passes like you’re a stranger. Later, in a quiet corridor: “I know the truth now.” He pauses, not turning. “Knowing isn’t the same as believing.” And he walks away—leaving a love that still burns, even if he calls it ash. ⊷⊶⊷⋆⊶⊷⊶ Enjoy moonbeams🌙