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Fueled by resurfaced memories, I slapped the balding man, leaving him stunned.

When he recovered, his alcohol–glazed eyes widened. “You bitch, you dare hit me!”

Just as his fist was about to fall, Ethan stepped in front of me, effortlessly breaking the man’s wrist before kicking him away.

I was pulled into a warm embrace, enveloped by a familiar woody scent.

“You dare touch my woman!” Ethan growled.

The commotion caught the attention of the wedding couple.

“Olivia, you’re… still with Ethan?” Riley’s concerned voice came from behind, making my

heart tighten.

“Riley, you’ve already married my goddess. Can’t you even leave me this damaged goods?”

Ethan’s words cut like a knife into my heart.

Like a cornered rabbit, I lashed out defensively: “Damaged goods? Is that what you want?”

“Damaged goods last longer…”

Ethan gave Riley a challenging look, then grabbed my chin and bit my lower lip in front of

everyone.

The taste of blood spread between our lips as the crystal chandelier’s light hurt my eyes.

Yeah, how could I compare to his goddess?

I was just a toy he’d brought to his bed…

After attending Isabella’s wedding, Ethan became obsessed with marriage, bringing it up

constantly.

“Hey, where’s that ring I gave you? Put it on, and let’s go get our marriage license!”

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“Go be crazy with someone else. Turning your hookup into your wife? How cliché!”

I rolled my eyes, not bothering to play along with his act of devotion.

Even more ridiculous, he arranged a four–person honeymoon trip.

I knew perfectly well this wasn’t about a honeymoon; he just wanted an excuse to accompany his old flame.

Seeing my indifference, Ethan wasn’t deterred.

He gently tucked my hair behind my ear and leaned in, whispering like a lover.

“Maybe–how are your parents doing these days? Are they well?”

His favorite tactic, and still the most effective.

The air in Bali was light and humid, waves of heat stirring–restlessness.

Isabella, wearing a lace swimsuit, kept pressing herself against Ethan, her impressive

curves suggesting indecent thoughts.

Afraid of water, I used feeling unwell as an excuse to rest by the shore.

“Olivia, aren’t you coming in?” Isabella tilted her head, feigning innocence.

“Are you still upset about those little incidents from before? It was just a game.”

She pouted and complained to Ethan, “Foster, should I get on my knees and apologize to

her?”

I couldn’t be bothered to play along with her theatrics and turned to leave, but an iron grip seized my wrist.

“Isabella’s sincerely inviting you. Don’t be difficult–go swim with her.”

Ethan dragged me forcefully to the edge of the pool.

I resisted desperately.

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Finally, losing patience, Ethan hoisted me onto his shoulder and threw me into the water.

The cold liquid instantly flooded my nose, suffocating me, sending me back to that swimming class..

Ethan had done exactly this before.

He’d thrown me–on my period–into the water like garbage..

Everyone stood at the edge, laughing, watching me struggle like a dying crane.