Chapter 1

Ethan and I had been together for five years, and he'd always been devoted.

But right before our wedding, he suddenly cheated.

The woman was named Mandy Smith, a pretty college student who looked like I did when I was younger.

Afterward, his buddy asked him how it was.

He smacked his lips and said:

"Way more tender than Mira."

He sighed. "If I'd known young girls these days were this sexy, I wouldn't have been so loyal. What a waste of those five years."

I accepted it all calmly.

Then privately contacted that Mandy.

On the wedding day, Mandy replaced me, putting on the wedding dress and walking onto the stage.

The instant Ethan turned around, he lost his mind on the spot.

After we set our wedding date, Ethan and I both got busy.

I was busy planning the wedding, while he had to handle work matters in advance so he could take half a month off for our honeymoon.

That day, I'd chosen two venue decoration proposals and went to his company to show him.

Before knocking, I heard his disdainful voice.

"Women really do lose their appeal when they get old."

"Someone like Mandy, now that's just right."

I was confused, but vaguely felt that the old woman he mentioned was me.

I pressed against the door crack to keep listening, and things gradually became clearer.

"I stayed faithful to Mira for a whole five years. Now the wedding's all set, but she still won't let me touch her. I'm starting to regret marrying her."

His buddy laughed mockingly, using an extremely sleazy voice to ask him.

"Since you think old women are boring, how was your little girlfriend?"

Ethan narrowed his eyes slightly, his index finger rubbing the tip of his pen, savoring it for a moment.

"Very tender. Way more tender than Mira. Can't get enough every night."

He sighed. "If I'd known girls out there were this fun, I wouldn't have been so loyal. What a waste of those five years."

Through the door crack, I saw his eyes filled with messy, unsatisfied desire.

Completely different from his usual restrained appearance.

Right now, he was like a pool of water—toss in a pebble and it would ripple endlessly.

I clenched my fists, feeling my heart slowly drowning.

Just as I gathered the courage to burst in and confront him.

Mandy appeared.

Mandy came out of Ethan's private rest room.

She wore a white shirt and pleated skirt, her face still carrying the lazy look of someone who'd just woken from a nap.

Looking closely, she actually resembled how I looked back in my college days.

"Ethan, you guys are still talking about the project?" The girl's voice was sweet.

Ethan didn't answer, but his sticky gaze remained on her the whole time.

"I need to get back to class, otherwise I'll fail my finals and have trouble graduating."

"Mm, I'll have the driver take you."

Ethan wrapped his arm around her waist, naturally dropping a kiss on her cheek.

"Not like this, your friend is still here."

Though Mandy was shy, their waists and legs pressed close together.

They say online that this kind of body language often represents physical attraction.

Besides that, there were their reluctant gazes, hands that couldn't separate, the goodbye with three backward glances.

So sweet.

If only I weren't Ethan's fiancée.