Jean Grant linked her arm through his and stood up. "Come with me."
The two of them went upstairs and into her bedroom. The red 'Double Happiness' characters from the wedding had not yet been peeled off the walls.
Jean Grant opened the closet and took something out. When Ethan Ellsworth took a closer look, he realized it was the letter he had written her for her wedding.
"After I read it that day, I cried my eyes out. Ethan, why didn't you give this to me sooner? If you had, perhaps I wouldn't have gone through this failed marriage."
"I don't know. Maybe we missed too many chances. Or maybe I was afraid that if I gave it to you, you'd tear it up without a second glance."
Jean couldn't deny he was right. 'Back then, with my state of mind, I knew I would have done exactly that.'
"It was my fault."
"Jean, I'm afraid you'll regret this. The food delivery will be here soon. I'll go downstairs and get it."
Jean grabbed his arm. "Ethan—"
