His Substitute Ex-Wife

In the luxurious suite of the best hotel in town. Even the thick curtains couldn’t fully block out the sunlight, and the room was bathed in brightness. On the large double bed, a girl slept soundly. The silk-white blanket had slipped down, revealing her graceful upper body. A faint hickey appeared on her glowing skin, and there were a few more obvious marks from intense bites, standing out starkly against her fair skin. Anyone could tell what a passionate night the girl had experienced last night. What stood out most was a beautiful butterfly tattoo on her shoulder, lifelike and vivid. When Sofia woke up, she found herself alone in the luxurious presidential suite. Her long blonde hair cascaded down, covering the suggestive marks on her back. Her beauty, somewhere between the innocence of a girl and the allure of a woman, was mesmerizing. Her once-innocent face now carried a hint of irresistible charm. The marks on her body and the soreness between her legs made it clear to her that she had given herself to the man she loved most, during the prime of her youth—the man who had cared for and adored her ever since they met. Last night was her 19th birthday, and it was the happiest birthday she had ever had. Where did Ethan go? Sofia scanned the room, but there was no sign of him. The hazy yet vivid memories of the previous night surfaced in her mind, and her face flushed with embarrassment. She loved Ethan· Westwood deeply, and he adored her of course, He has always been gentle and considerate. But she consistently felt there was something missing. They seemed like lovers, but not quite. There was a lack of passion between them, something she had always found unsatisfying. The scenes from last night kept playing in her mind—the man’s forceful thrusts, his dripping sweat, his heavy breathing, and his dominating possession. It was all so different from the usual refined and gentle Ethan· Westwood. Sofia recalled her friend’s teasing words: "Men are beasts once they take off their clothes." Maybe that’s true. She smiled faintly, picked up her scattered clothes and hurried into the bathroom to take a comforting bath.He was so rough last night, and it hurt a lot. It seemed like he had taken her several times without regard for her being a virgin. Her face, whether from the steam or her own embarrassment, was burning like fire. After the bath, the soreness between her legs subsided a little. Sofia got dressed, her mind still hazy. She wondered if Ethan had accepted her now. Were they officially lovers? They must be. He offered her to come, Sofia was filled with joy, feeling like the happiest girl in the world. Suddenly,her phone was ringing. It was Ethan, her face flushed again. "Ethan, I—" "Sofia·Sinclair, You’ve really disappointed me!"Ethan’s harsh voice carried a chilling coldness, and all the joy, shyness, and budding love in Sofia’s heart was extinguished in an instant, as if doused by a bucket of cold water. Her mind went blank. What was he talking about? Disappointed about what? Could it be because she didn’t know how to please him? She knew he had been with other women, while she was innocent in s*x experience… Wait. Stupid Sofia, what are you thinking? If you offered your precious first time so sincerely and all you got in return was "you’ve really disappointed me," what more is there to be sad about? Had she really sunk to such a lowly state? Her heart ached so much she could hardly breathe, but she still heard her own voice speaking calmly, "Ethan, what are you talking about?" "Last night, you were the one who agreed to be in a relationship, and you promised me you’d come to the hotel. I waited for you all night, why you didn’t show up? Sofia, do you think it’s fun to play me like a fool?" Ethan’s voice was filled with furious anger. Sofia felt like she had been struck by lightning. He had waited for her all night. Then, who was the man from last night?