My Mistake for Giving You My Remaining Years

From the moment Elena was sixteen and realized her feelings for Ethan, until she turned twenty-one, she spent five years praying that she would grow up faster, praying that Ethan would slow down his plans to marry Sienna.

The day Ethan went to register his marriage with Sienna, Elena tried everything to keep him. In a desperate moment, she took a pair of scissors and aimed them at her wrist, hoping to force him to change the date.

Ethan was no longer the same as before.

His cold, indifferent voice shattered the last bit of reason Elena had left. “Elena, no one can stop me from marrying her. If I had to choose between you and her, you would never be the answer.”

That day, the sharp scissors slid across her delicate wrist, blood pouring out, but Ethan still walked away without a second glance.

Elena, in her despair, pleaded for even the smallest bit of Ethan’s affection—just a trace of his love was enough to let her breathe.

But it seemed like he had forgotten everything.

Ethan avoided Elena’s gaze. This time, he didn’t scold her harshly but instead told her not to talk about her feelings for him so openly anymore.

“Ethan, you hate that I like you. You think my feelings for you are disgusting, don’t you?”

“Ellie, I am your elder. I’m twelve years older than you.”

“You’re only saying that because you like Sienna,” Elena shot back.

Time and time again, Elena lied to herself, telling herself that Ethan didn’t care for Sienna that much. But each time, she was slapped with the harsh reality—he was kind to her, but even kinder to Sienna.

“My engagement with Sienny is set. Stop making a scene. I can forget everything you’ve said, but if you want to stay by my side, you’ll have to forget too.”

Ethan dropped Elena off at her house, but as he turned to leave, his body swayed, and he leaned against the wall, unable to calm the storm inside him.

Elena was starting to resemble her mother more and more, especially as she blossomed into a graceful young woman. Everywhere she went, there were traces of her mother in her.

But how could he, a friend of her mother, ever think of her that way?

The hospital called, saying that Sienna refused to eat. They were at their wits' end, and by the time Ethan arrived, Sienna was in tears, asking the doctor if the scars on her face would remain.

She had injured her face while saving Elena, and for a female celebrity, that was a potentially career-ending scar.

Ethan moved to comfort Sienna, wrapping his arms around her and gently patting her back. “Don’t worry, I’ll find the best doctor to help you remove the scar. It won’t leave any trace.”

Sienna buried her face in his chest, sobbing, her shoulders shaking with each breath.

“Ethan, will you still want me?” she asked, her voice trembling.

“Of course I will.”

“Then... what about the wedding?”

“Just discuss it with my mother. You can do whatever you want,” Ethan said, his tone indifferent. He had no particular thoughts about the wedding.

The Scott Family needed dignity, and Sienna wanted a grand ceremony. It was only natural for her and Esther to come to an agreement.

Sienna wasn’t seriously injured, and on the day she was discharged, she pouted and whined to Ethan, “Ethan, can I stay with you? My ankle’s still a little swollen, and it would be easier for you to take care of me. What if something happens when I’m alone...?”

Without hesitation, Ethan shut her down, extinguishing her hopes.

“No, Ellie doesn’t like having anyone else in the house.”

Sienna froze. He had refused her for Elena’s sake?

“Then… can you stay with me tonight? I’m a little scared alone.”

Ethan agreed, and Sienna smiled contentedly. “I knew Ethan would always be the best to me.”

Elena spent the whole night waiting for Ethan, but he never showed up. When she finally picked up her phone, a message from Sienna popped up on OurTalk.

It was a photo of Ethan, with the caption: "Ellie, Ethan just couldn't leave me at ease, so he's staying with me tonight. You don't need to wait for him, get some rest."

Elena stared at the screen, her face expressionless. She stared at the message, scrolling back and forth for a long time.

What was Sienna doing?

Claiming her territory?