"I adore him. I'll always love him," Elena said.
Ethan said nothing.
"He promised me that he would always be there for me," Elena continued, her voice filled with both longing and gratitude.
"I know he's with me." She paused, her eyes momentarily clouding with emotions.
"He'll never...." Elena trailed off, catching herself as she noticed Ethan's gaze shifting.
"He loves me madly," Elena declared, her gaze fixed on Ethan.
"It's just I had never able to express my love in right way."
Ethan quickly shifted his gaze to the other side, a subtle attempt to conceal the tears that threatened to surface.
He felt the weight of Elena's words, the love she held for Paul, and the intricate dance of emotions between the past and the present.
"Thank you, Mr. Ethan," Elena remarked, smiling through the mist of emotions.
Without glancing at her, Ethan nodded.
Ethan's point of view.
