Chapter 1

It was our third wedding anniversary, and I rushed home.

But when I pushed open the door, my workroom had been painted pink, and all the rare equipment my father left me had been thrown in the trash.

In their place stood a pink piano.

Ethan appeared before me with a woman in his arms.

He said Melody needed the sunroom. Those pieces of junk were just gathering dust anyway.

He also said he had fallen for her. If he'd met her earlier, he never would have married me.

Five years ago, he dug me out of an avalanche with his bare hands until his hands were bloody and torn.

Now he held another woman's hand and dismissed what I loved as "junk."

The compass was shattered, my mother died, and the search and rescue dog had its leg broken.

And the moment I fell into an ice crevasse and pressed the distress signal, he personally cut the connection.

But he didn't know. I didn't die.

Three years later, he knelt before me with bloodshot eyes. "Lily, I've searched for you for three years. I'll give you my life to make it up to you, okay?"

I looked down at him and smiled. "Ethan, your life is too cheap. I want you to live and watch me marry someone else."