Frank tried to hold back his laughter but couldn’t resist. After a few chuckles, he leaned in, eyes full of mischief. “You’re not getting any younger, you know. Jeremy’s my age, just a few months younger, and you’re a year behind me. So what does that make you now, twenty-nine?”
Frank’s guard shot up. “Ethan, I’m only twenty-eight.”
Ethan just shrugged, undeterred. “Either way, you’re at the age where you should be thinking about settling down. If there’s someone you like, go for it. I want to see your moves, show me how you win a girl over.”
Frank blinked, almost laughing in disbelief. “Wait, are you saying you want to watch us chase after girls so you can pick up some tips? Come on, Ethan, you were a legend when you went after Isabella. If anything, we should be learning from you.”
Ethan fell quiet. The silence stretched between them, heavy and loaded.
It was true. Back then, Ethan had thrown himself into winning Isabella’s heart. He did everything—flowers, thoughtful gifts, nice dinners, always looking out for her, showing up whenever she needed help. He put his whole heart into it.
Frank hesitated, then asked softly, “Ethan, do you love Isabella?” He didn’t wait for an answer. “Look, you went against your whole family to marry her. You threw this massive wedding. If you’re going to do all that, then be a real husband to her. Love her the way she deserves. You need to stop thinking about Natalie. She’s married to Jordan now. She’s your friend’s wife.”
He gave Ethan a pointed look. “She’s never going to love you. If she was going to, it would’ve happened already. You two grew up together. She doesn’t have those feelings for you. No matter how much you do for her behind the scenes, she won’t notice, and she won’t give anything back.”


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