Chapter 1

Ethan Hunt had a sex addiction. Whatever he wanted in bed, I did it.

He wanted me in black stockings. I wore them.

He wanted car sex in crowded places. I went along.

He always said my body drove him crazy.

But even so, he still got himself a mistress. Sabrina.

"Vivian Gray is a dead fish in bed. How could she compare to you, baby?"

He said Sabrina was wild in bed. That she knew how to please him.

I stared at the intimate photos and pregnancy test results Sabrina had sent to my phone. I took a deep breath.

I'd prepared the DNA paternity report long ago. I sent it to Ethan's mother and the board of directors. I also sent the recording of that conversation.

I smiled and turned off my phone.

You bastard. Now it's my turn to play with you.

Vivian's POV

In everyone else's eyes, Ethan Hunt was the cold, untouchable CEO of Hunt Corporation.

Only I knew the truth. He had a sex addiction.

Tonight, we went from the dining table to the couch, then to the bedroom. Three straight hours. He almost made me pass out several times.

While I was barely conscious, Ethan was completely turned on, pounding into me nonstop.

He leaned down, his voice low and rough. "Tired already? We've got a long night ahead."

I was so tired I could barely open my eyes. I said nothing.

Ethan chuckled softly and kissed my earlobe. "Sleep if you're tired, darling."

Just as I was about to fall asleep with my eyes closed, Ethan's phone vibrated.

Ethan probably didn't want to wake me, so he walked toward the balcony outside the bedroom.

The door wasn't fully closed, and the conversation clearly reached my ears.

I could tell it was his good friend and college roommate, Derek Shaw.

"Ethan! What the hell is going on between you and Sabrina!" Derek's fury was palpable even through the phone.

Ethan replied calmly, "You don't need to worry about this."

Hearing Sabrina's name, my drowsiness vanished instantly.

Sabrina Moore. The one who bullied Ethan in high school. She'd been expelled long ago. How was she involved with Ethan again?

Derek grew even angrier. "I don't care about Sabrina! But how can you hurt Vivian? All these years, if it weren't for her staying by your side, helping you with treatment, could you have the good life you have today?"

"Vivian won't know."

"Sabrina's already pregnant with your child, and you tell me Vivian won't know!" Derek was practically shouting.

My mind went blank.

Ethan was silent for a moment. "Once Sabrina has the baby, I'll wait a couple of years. Then I'll tell Vivian the child is from an orphanage. That she's a sweet kid. Vivian's too kind. She'll take her in and love her like her own."

"Ethan, don't go too far!"

Derek's roar suddenly disappeared. Ethan had hung up.

My whole body went cold, my head buzzing.

The phone vibrated again.

Ethan answered, and a woman's weak voice came through. "Ethan, my stomach hurts. Can you come over?"

I recognized that voice. It was Sabrina.

Ethan became unusually tense. "Don't be scared. I'm coming right away."

He quickly got dressed and left.

I opened my eyes as tears silently slid down, soaking the pillow.

What just happened left my thoughts in chaos. I just felt like my chest had been hollowed out, the pain making it almost impossible to breathe.

I closed my eyes, and memories flooded back like a tide.

Ethan was the only son of the wealthy Hunt family in New York, but at three years old, he was kidnapped and sold to a couple.

That couple were bad people. They either beat or scolded him, didn't let him eat his fill, and often kicked him out of the house.

Ethan developed severe emotional disorder. He couldn't feel pain, couldn't feel love, and had no emotions.

In high school, that couple moved near my house, and Ethan and I became schoolmates.

At school, Ethan was isolated because of his withdrawn personality and unusual family background.

He never spoke to anyone, but Sabrina in our class constantly bullied him.

Sabrina put dead mice in his desk, insects in his water bottle, and deliberately pushed him down the stairs.

Ethan showed no reaction, so the bullying only got worse.

Finally, Sabrina locked him in the sports equipment room.

The darkness and confinement triggered Ethan's claustrophobia, and he started self-harming.

I happened to pass by and saved him, then reported it to the school.

Sabrina was expelled.

That couple didn't care about Ethan at all, so I brought him home with me.

From then on, my mom and dad raised Ethan like their own son.

To cure his emotional disorder, I deliberately majored in psychology in college.

I accompanied him through psychological counseling, taught him to recognize emotions, and held his hand when he woke from nightmares to tell him not to be afraid.

He couldn't smile, so every day I tried different ways to make him laugh, until he finally managed a smile.

To raise money for Ethan's treatment, I attended classes during the day and worked three part-time jobs at night.

After seven full years of treatment, Ethan was finally cured.

Now, in front of others, Ethan was just a seemingly calm, normal person.

Two years ago, the Hunt family found Ethan and brought him home.

But Ethan's parents looked down on me from an ordinary family. They refused to let us be together no matter what, forcing Ethan to break up with me.

Ethan refused.

Ethan's mother finally agreed, saying that as long as I gave birth to a Hunt family child, I could marry Ethan.

But Ethan told me, "I don't want children. I'm afraid a child would be like me, unable to feel love or pain."

Hearing this, my heart ached so much that tears fell. I actively used contraception.

Seeing that I never got pregnant, Ethan's mother's attitude became even worse.

Afraid of affecting Ethan's position in the family, I didn't dare tell anyone about his history of emotional disorder. I silently endured his mother's difficulties and kept Ethan's secret.

I never felt bitter, never thought of giving up.

We'd survived the hardest days. As long as I was with Ethan, I wasn't afraid of anything.

But now, I couldn't endure anymore.

As daylight gradually brightened, my tears had long since dried up.

I sat up in bed, my eyes severely swollen and red.

I picked up my phone and dialed Ethan's mother's number.

"I'm willing to accept the thirty million you offered and leave Ethan forever!"