Chapter 3

Sure enough, I caught him glancing at Lily multiple times. His face was set in a frown, and he barely acknowledged people who greeted him. What’s wrong? Seeing Lily with someone else bothers you that much? Ugh, you jerk.

Honestly, I wasn’t feeling great either.

Ethan and I grew up together—our families have been friends for ages. Later, I went abroad for college, and when I came back, I heard Ethan had a "first love."

It seems childhood sweethearts really can't compete with fate, huh?

After that, Lily left for some unknown reason, and Ethan turned around and proposed to me. At the time, my family was in a bit of a business crisis and needed a quick influx of cash, so I agreed to marry him.

After we got married, Ethan was pretty good to me—whatever I wanted, I got. Even my mom said I was lucky to have married him; no one else could afford to keep up with my lifestyle.

But now, looking at the situation, I’m starting to wonder if I really married the right person.

I grabbed the glass of wine on the table and downed it in one go. The burn of the alcohol jolted me awake. This marriage has to end!

"Why are you drinking so much?" Ethan grabbed my glass. "Feeling down?"

"None of your business!"

That drink was stronger than I thought, and soon I was feeling a bit tipsy, leaning into Ethan, my hands wandering under his shirt.

Ethan grabbed my hand, his voice rougher than usual. "What do you think you’re doing?"

"I’m just having a feel!" I wasn’t about to let him keep up this charade in front of his first love. No way!

"Let’s go home." Ethan didn’t hesitate, standing up and pulling me along, practically shoving me into the car.

"You behave, or we’ll deal with this at home."

"I won’t, I won’t!" I kicked off my heels and sat in the passenger seat, pouting.

"I’m warning you, don’t touch me, or I’ll… mmph." I didn’t even finish my sentence before his burning lips were on mine, pinning me against the seat.

Just then, I saw Lily and Evan walk past, getting into the same car together.

Ah, I see now. Ethan was jealous and trying to get Lily’s attention by using me.

On the drive back, the more I thought about it, the angrier I got, until finally, I couldn’t hold back anymore.

"Ethan, let’s get a divorce."

"You’re drunk," he replied flatly.

"I’m not."

The cold air had cleared my head, and I was more rational than ever, even sensing the car speed up.

When we got home, I had barely stepped into the bathroom before Ethan was on me, kissing me like a madman. I might not have been entirely sober, but I found myself getting lost in his kiss.

Our breaths grew heavier, and Ethan’s lips gently bit mine as he murmured, his words slurring together. "Stay away from Evan Moore from now on."

Evan? What does he have to do with this?