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Chapter 2

After I Learned I Was Going to Be His Ex-Wife Chapter 02

After I Learned I Was Going to Be His Ex-Wife Chapter 02

I stared at that line and my heart went cold.

It was true. I did use saving his mom to marry him.

His mother collapsed on the street. I gave her first aid and got her to the hospital in time, saving her

life.

Ethan found me and asked what I wanted.

I stared at his insanely handsome face. And on a whim, I said, “I want to marry you.”

Ethan froze for a moment.

He looked me over. And surprisingly, he agreed.

Later I found out. His mother had been pressuring him to settle down and liked me.

So he went along with it.

I always knew it was a marriage of convenience.

He didn’t have feelings for me. And he promised I could leave anytime.

It wasn’t like I married into wealth for no reason.

Well… maybe partly.

But mostly I wanted that stunning face and that incredible body.

I’d been a sucker for good looks since I was a kid.

But then he insisted on separate bedrooms.

He came home late and left early, never crossing paths with me.

I paced around my room in my sheer nightgown, almost ready to spike his drink.

Until I stumbled on a local post late at night:

[My wife takes great care of my mother, but she doesn’t want jewelry or designer bags. How can I thank her?]

It showed it was posted less than 0.1 miles away.

My eyes went wide. That meant it was posted from inside our house.

Clearly, Ethan wrote it.

Top comment:

[One good deed deserves another. Pay her back all at once so you owe nothing in the future.]

Ethan replied with a question mark.

I scrolled through the increasingly outrageous suggestions all night, my face growing hotter by the

minute.

The next day I was totally wound up.

Ethan came home early for once and was reading on the couch.

I poured myself some chamomile tea, and poured him a cup as well.

He took it silently, then suddenly smiled. “Do I look like I need calming down?”

I froze, about to explain.

Ethan’s gaze traveled down, slowly tracing over my lavender silk nightgown.

His throat moved as he swallowed.

His voice was rough. “Maybe I do.”

The moment he carried me to bed and lay me down, I thought dizzily, Thank you, internet

geniuses, for finally making this happen.

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