Page 74 of Grumpy Bossy Doctor

She loved me.

Both of me.

Maybe just me and not my persona.

It was time to stop lying to both of us. If she found out who I was, we were just going to laugh about it and proceed with our lives. It wasn't going to be that bad.

"I know… but what is this bad feeling?" I asked myself as I felt chills run down my spine.

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I arrived at her house as Ethan. The plan was to tell her as someone she loved; that way there wasn't going to be much of a damage. I was nervous, knees weak, and arms heavy. I had no sweater on, so I shivered, nervous and uneasy.

I knocked on the door. There was no response. I pressed on the door bell…nothing.

My phone chimed, a text from her,the door isn't closed. Just come in.

Strange.

I was on alert and made my way inside. I found her in the living room, seated on the couch and hugging her knees. As she lifted her head, her green eyes seemed to stab me severally.

"Is everything okay?" I asked.

"Was it that easy for you?" she asked. "Very easy?"

I started to think it was a very strange question. Had she encountered one of Ethan's former lovers? Or did she run into that Gabrielle person?

"What happened?" I asked. "Did you meet someone?"

"I did," she said, her tone filled with so much disdain that I felt like I was filthy.

"Mind sharing?"

She remained quiet. The vein on the side of her forehead ruined her pretty face and unsettled me.

"You don't…"

"Who are you?" she asked cutting me off.

The moment she asked the question, my blood froze.

She knows…how? Who told her? The person who seemed to be monitoring us?

"What are you asking? I'm…"

"Stop… don't… don't you fucking lie," she said softly, but it sounded like she had just screamed her heart out.

"Natasha…"

"Who…are…you?" she asked again. Repeating each word as a final means of escape from me.

If I didn't confess, she wasn't going to trust me again. This wasn't how I planned to let her find out. I touched my hair and rain my hand through it, smoothing my hair back.

I cleared my throat, adjusting back to my voice. "I'm Ian…Ian Sullivan."

I was ashamed. She stared at me in disbelief shaking her head negatively.

"I'm just a fool," she said. "I knew something was off…how could I have been blind?"

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