After a one-night stand with the CEO, everyone thought I was obsessed with Ethan, that I'd drugged and seduced him. After all, to everyone else, I was Ethan's lovesick puppy, hopelessly devoted. But the truth was, he was drunk and mistook me for Chloe. I naively believed Ethan would clear my name. Instead, he accused me of nymphomania and personally committed me to rehab. "Amelia, you're pathetic. You're not even in the same league as Chloe." "I've never met such a shameless woman. Don't come out until you're cured." Later, when my so-called "illness"
was cured, it was Ethan who lost his mind.
The day I left rehab, an unexpected figure waited for me. Ethan leaned against his car, hair perfectly styled. Three years had passed, but he hadn't changed a bit. His chiseled features were as striking as ever, the expression on his face the familiar coldness and intensity I knew so well. I hadn't expected him to come. Two years earlier, disregarding my frail, battered body, he'd dragged me
out of bed, thrown me to the floor, and called me vile. He'd accused me of scheming to get into his bed, of being a nymphomaniac. I'll never forget the disgust in his eyes, as if the mere sight of me was repulsive, as he crumpled the tissue he'd used to wipe his hands and tossed it at me like trash. Like a rabid animal, every breath he took was heavy and predatory. "Do you just love sleeping around? Do you
have some kind of sick obsession?"
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