A Forbidden Love with My Ex-Husband's Uncle

Ex-Girlfriend

"I might as well treat myself to a lavish dinner," she consoled herself, spreading the high-end menu on the table and ordering. "Yes, I'll have all these limited edition dishes and a bottle of fine red wine. Please have it sent to my room; thank you."

About half an hour later, the butler wheeled in a cart laden with an array of delectable dishes, setting them on the dining table. She savored the gourmet food while swirling the red wine in her glass. Perhaps Sophia was right: "Use this time to take a vacation, enjoy the beautiful surroundings, and pamper yourself."

Meanwhile, Ethan was having a romantic candlelit dinner with Veronica in a dimly lit beachside restaurant.

Veronica was Ethan's ex-girlfriend, possessing an enviable figure and perfect proportions—a true beauty. However, she had previously given up a chance to marry Ethan to pursue her modeling career.

This reunion in the Maldives made her unwilling to miss out on Ethan a second time, especially after seeing Olivia. She realized that Olivia could potentially threaten her position in Ethan's heart.

Veronica slowly raised her wine glass, gazing at Ethan with deep affection. "Darling, I know I gave up much for my career back then, including our love. Now I regret it. I want to come back to you. You must still love me, don't you?"

Ethan had indeed loved Veronica deeply before, but now he wasn't willing to give up all his romantic encounters for one woman, especially since he already had a wife. He didn't want to invite more trouble.

Ethan smiled meaningfully, "Oh, my sweet. Of course, I still love you. Why else would I leave my newlywed wife to come here and date you alone? Don't you think?"

Hearing Ethan's response, Veronica appeared more confident. She continued, "Then why don't you divorce that woman and be with me? We can start a new family together."

Ethan sensed Veronica's ambition, actually wanting him to divorce his newlywed Olivia. This was impossible for Ethan.

Ethan's expression quickly cooled, showing some impatience. "If you're going to make such demands, I'm afraid I can't keep you company anymore. I should check on my wife. This is our honeymoon, after all."

Startled by Ethan's sudden change in attitude, Veronica didn't want to lose this chance to reconnect with him. She quickly backed down, "Oh! I was just joking, my dear. I'd be happy to be your mistress if you'd let me back into your life."

Satisfied with this answer, Ethan nodded. He raised his glass and clinked it with Veronica's.

"You don't know how irresistible you are right now, baby. I can hardly wait."

A seductive smile spread across Veronica's face. "Neither can I."

Soon, they concluded their dinner and headed to a more romantic location—another luxurious oceanfront villa.

Veronica took the initiative to show her interest in Ethan's satisfaction by kissing, touching, and flirting.

She took off her sexy dress and used her perky breasts and sexy buttocks to seduce Ethan. For Ethan, this was just the stimulation he wanted. For a moment, his clothes spilled onto the floor as well, and he wrapped his lips tightly around Veronica, her arms pressed tightly against the bed. Their tongues penetrated each other passionately, and Veronica wrapped her legs around Ethan. She gently bit Ethan's ear, "Come and have me!"

In the dim light, Ethan leaned down and pressed against Veronica. He knew that he wanted her, and soon their bodies were intertwined, and Ronika moaned intoxicatedly, "Great, that's it, push harder, honey!"

Receiving such affirmation excited Ethan, and large beads of sweat dripped from his forehead on Veronica's back. His hands grasped Veronica's breasts tightly, moving them rhythmically.

"Oh, Veronica, you always give me the best feeling," Ethan roared, putting Veronica on his lap, hugging her naked and continuing to move. Their nude bodies were pressed tightly together, and Veronica used her plump breasts to press against Ethan's chest muscles.

It wasn't until an hour later that they finally lay on the bed, exhausted, breathing heavily. Veronica leaned softly into Ethan's arms and said, "Oh, Ethan, I want it again."

Ethan chuckled and shook his head. "Not now, I have to go back. You know I'm here on my honeymoon."

Veronica pouted in disappointment but quickly flashed a sly smile. "Alright, let's meet up another time then. Don't forget to call me. Love you, darling."

After Ethan dressed and left, Veronica lay on the bed, a smug expression spreading across her face. She believed she had won back Ethan's heart and only needed a bit more time to replace Olivia, that charmless wife of his ultimately.

Olivia sat alone by the infinity pool, staring blankly at the dark sea. Moonlight danced on the rolling waves, casting a silvery glow. A gentle breeze ruffled her hair, bringing with it the salty scent of the ocean. A mix of emotions rose inside as she gazed at the pigeon egg-sized diamond on her ring finger.

Before marrying Ethan, Olivia had imagined her husband might be indifferent or uninterested in her. But when it happened, she felt an unprecedented level of humiliation. This loveless, sexless marriage was genuinely hurtful.

Early the following day, Olivia got up to groom and dress herself. She carefully selected a light blue silk spaghetti strap dress with exquisite makeup and jewelry. After a night of reflection, she was determined not to be a weak person whose emotions Ethan could manipulate.

As she stepped out of the room, she bumped into Ethan, who had just woken up. She was visibly startled—when had this man returned last night?

Ethan, too, was taken aback by Olivia's radiant appearance. He felt that Olivia looked wonderful today—an angelic face, a curvy figure, and luminous fair skin.

"Good morning, my dear wife," Ethan said playfully. "I've ordered breakfast for two. Would you like to join me?"

Olivia didn't want to spend more time alone with Ethan, but with her father's resort facing urgent financial issues, she couldn't afford to offend him. After a moment's hesitation, she nodded in agreement.