Ethan

Amidst the vibrant chaos of the street market, Ethan found himself navigating the narrow alleys on foot, unable to rely on his car due to the congested streets. Frustration gnawed at him as he kept glancing at his phone, the device serving as a beacon, tracking his wife's elusive location.

Impatient and anxious, he turned to his assistant, Thomas, who was engrossed in the tracking app. "Where is she?" Ethan's voice carried an edge of urgency. "What's taking so long, Thomas?"

Thomas hesitated, his eyes glued to the screen. "I... She should be here. Her location is showing here," he replied, his uncertainty palpable.

Just then, a man came rushing towards Ethan, catching him off guard. The stranger was as tall and well-built as Ethan, desperation etched on his face as he grabbed Ethan's arm. "Please help me. Please. She's crazy. Please," the man pleaded, desperation lacing his words.

Ethan recoiled, his expression turning into a mix of surprise and disgust. "Let go of me," he commanded firmly, glaring at the man with a hint of warning.

Relinquishing his hold, the man's fearful gaze shifted to something or someone behind Ethan. "This crazy woman. What am I going to do?" he stammered, fear driving him to flee from an unseen pursuer.

As the stranger sprinted away, Ethan turned to see what had caused the guy such panic. His eyes locked onto a woman of striking appearance, her eyes ablaze with intensity, and her fiery spirit apparent to anyone who dared cross her path.

The woman was sprinting through the crowd. Her focus was solely on the man, and her flowing hair danced in the air as she ran with unyielding determination. In her hand, she clutched a handbag, and with a precise throw, she sent it hurtling towards the man. The bag struck him squarely on the back of his head, causing him to stumble and collapse.

The woman continued her stride without missing a beat, not even sparing a glance for Ethan, who stood there watching in awe and curiosity. As she passed by him, he found himself captivated by her presence. Her attire exuded an effortless charm—fitting jeans that accentuated her figure, a crop top, and a leather jacket completing her look.

"Who is this woman?" he thought to himself. Intrigued, Ethan's mind raced as he attempted to place her face. He couldn't shake the feeling that he had seen her somewhere before. Her features etched themselves into his memory, and then it hit him like a bolt of lightning—the recognition flooding in like a tidal wave.

His mouth fell open in astonishment as he finally pieced together the puzzle, understanding who this woman was.