Chapter 138

Ethan's POV

The pictures started connecting in my head. The same person I've been dreaming about, who has been invading my dreams, is none other than my wife.

That tattoo—it's the same one on her lap. She was there at the party and is the same person I had sex with.

"Ethan?!" Annelise's voice dragged me back to reality. She had tapped me and was looking at me with that weird expression still on her face.

"Yeah? Sorry, did you say something? I kind of zoned out," I said.

"I was asking why you wanted to know if I attended the party. You sounded urgent,” she said.

"Didn't you just say you attended?” I frowned. She sounded like she hadn't answered the question at all.

"I didn't." I was confused as to which question she had just provided an answer to.

"You did not answer me, or you did not attend the party?” I asked again.

"Both. I didn't answer you, and I didn't attend the party.” I could have sworn I heard her clearly, that she said she did attend the party.

I hadn't had any drink since