Ethan’s eyes were blue again—the same shade as our baby’s.

He grunted and tried to push himself up but failed. I could tell he was still very weak. He looked around, confused, then lowered his head to look at his own hands.

It worked. He was himself again!

“Rosalie, you…”

Ethan stared at me with his stunning blue eyes, and for a moment, I was brought back to the time when I first met him.

Bittersweet memories flooded my mind, and suddenly, everything in the past seemed so far away. ...