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After a one–night stand with Boss
Ba, I was sent to a rehab center
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
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mind.
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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
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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?”
Seeing me, Ethan flicked his cigarette to the ground, crushing it with his foot, then opened the car door, gesturing for me to get in. My heart pounded, my body trembling
involuntarily. The rehab director whispered menacingly beside me, “Amelia, you’ve finally turned your life around. Don’t say anything out there to discredit us. We can put you back in just as easily as we let you out.” I knew they were afraid I’d expose them, but
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with freedom so close, I nodded hastily.
Ethan, oblivious to our exchange, frowned
impatiently. The director immediately started groveling apologies.
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I walked slowly towards the car, my steps unsteady. Noticing my stumble, Ethan frowned. “What’s wrong with your leg?” I hesitated, shaking my head. “Twisted it. Ethan scoffed, “Serves you right.” Once inside the car, Ethan eyed me, finally sneering, “Two years. You’ve changed.” I didn’t respond, the air in the car thick with tension. Ethan slammed on the gas. The silence was unusual for us. I used to chatter
incessantly whenever I was alone with him,
constantly trying to make him laugh. My
parents had died in a car accident when I was twelve, and I’d been taken in by their close friends, Ethan’s parents. Ethan, my adopted brother, had been kind to me at first. He knew
I had nightmares, so he’d leave a candy on my pillow every night, telling me it would make even my dreams sweet. It wasn’t until Chloe came back that I understood why. After Chloe’s return, though Ethan remained
outwardly kind, something shifted. I foolishly believed that if I was even nicer to him, things would go back to the way they were. Then one day, Chloe invited me boating. Out on the lake, she suddenly jumped overboard. Frozen in shock, I watched as a figure dove in after her. When Ethan pulled an unconscious Chloe from the water, the warmth in his eyes was
replaced by bone–deep hatred and disgust.
From that day on, Ethan’s kindness vanished,
replaced by open disdain. His friends mocked
me, calling me Ethan’s pathetic lapdog. I realized his kindness had been conditional, and when he decided to withdraw it, I was powerless. The pampered princess vanished, replaced by the rejected, lovesick Amelia.
