Chapter 133 The search that never ended

Ethan’s POV Five years. Five years of silence, of unanswered questions, of nights spent staring at the ceiling, wondering where she had gone. Katelyn’s sudden departure without a word had plunged me into a chasm of pain and anger. I told myself I hated her for leaving, for not trusting me enough to say goodbye. But deep down, beneath the layers of resentment, I knew the truth: I missed her. Every day. I kept our photo on my desk, a candid shot from a trip to the coast, her hair tousled by the wind, eyes sparkling with mischief. It was a memory I couldn’t let go of, a fragment of a life that felt like a dream. I rejected all advances from other women, unable to open my heart to anyone else. At first, I told people she was dead. It was easier than explaining the truth, that I had no idea where she was, that she had vanished without a trace. But I couldn’t let it rest. I quietly reached out to Rachel’s family, to Katelyn’s friends, anyone who might have a clue. I scoured her last articles