After sleeping with my childhood sweetheart once, he insisted on taking responsibility for me. My best friend praised him as a good man. But only I knew that after marriage, he never had sex with me again. He wouldn’t even kiss me. I took the divorce agreement to him, wanting to set him free. Instead, I discovered the porn he kept treasured on his phone—it was footage from the night we first had sex. Turns out he had installed countless hidden cameras at home and was watching me all the time. I never imagined he was that kind of person! And I fucking love it! I immediately threw the divorce agreement into the trash! After sleeping with Ethan Reed once, he said he had to take responsibility for me. We got married. But after the wedding, he never touched me again. I knew he didn’t like me. The morning after, the first thing he did was rush into the bathroom and vomit violently. After throwing up, he showered several times. He thought I was still asleep, but I had woken up long before. He found me dirty—his disgust was plain in his eyes. The only reason he took responsibility… was out of consideration for our childhood-sweetheart history of growing up together. For half a year after marriage, he kept his distance and never touched me. But I have high emotional and physical needs. One time in six months, no kisses, no hugs—I really couldn’t stand it anymore. I didn’t want to make things hard for him, or for myself. There are plenty of men out there—why hang myself on one tree? I went into Ethan’s room and tossed the divorce agreement onto his bed. As I turned to leave, I noticed the phone I had given him. It wasn’t the one he usually used. Curious, I opened it. The screen showed a man and woman naked and tangled together in a highly explicit scene. At first I thought it was regular porn. Then I realized it was me and Ethan. I gasped. He had secretly recorded our first night. In the video, Ethan pinned me against the headboard, his muscles taut and powerful, a thin sheen of sweat on his forehead—so damn sexy. I was moaning softly under his teasing, my sounds mixing with his heavy breathing. My face grew hotter, my body burning up. I quickly switched to the next video. It was me on a date with Jake Wade. I fed him food; he bent down to tie my shoelaces but sneaked glances at a big-chested woman behind me. There were also clips of me showering at home, sleeping, even using the toilet. I scrolled through a dozen more—all of them secretly filmed, tracking and watching me. Ethan had been spying on every aspect of my body and my life. I clenched my teeth, slammed the phone down, and picked up the divorce agreement again. I never expected Ethan to be this kind of person. And I fucking love it. Only someone like this can satisfy my high needs. Childhood sweethearts for so many years, yet he pretended to be restrained in front of me. Clearly obsessed with me. I threw the divorce agreement into the trash. I decided to personally peel back the other side of this twisted childhood sweetheart. … That evening, I changed into a black strapless dress, sprayed his cologne, and went to the restaurant. He had originally booked it to celebrate my birthday. At the time I was already planning divorce, so when he invited me out for my birthday, I refused. Ethan, rejected, remained expressionless as always. He stared straight at me for a few seconds, said “Okay,” and walked out. His attitude at that moment only strengthened my resolve to divorce. Who could have guessed that this usually restrained, calm, and rational man was secretly spying on me?
When I arrived at the restaurant, Ethan wasn’t there. Instead, I ran into my ex-boyfriend Jake Wade, Sophie Snow, and a bunch of his good buddies. Seeing me, Jake’s close friend Sam Shaw spoke first. “Lily, birthday with no Jake to keep you company, so you had to come eat all alone? That’s just too pitiful.” Jake glanced at me, then quickly looked away. It was obvious someone had reminded him that today was my birthday. “What’s so strange about it? She’s been on her own since school days. If Jake hadn’t taken pity on her and hung out with her, who would even bother? Always walking around with that cold face like someone owes her millions.” Sophie, arm looped through Jake’s, cut in. Back in school, Sophie had always harbored resentment toward me. She loved messing with people for fun—told Jake to pursue me, then dump me, just to watch me fall apart and enjoy the show. But when Jake actually ended up dating me, she was the one who broke down. After graduation, she became Jake’s secretary, and he couldn’t resist the temptation—he cheated. Jake still wore that same arrogant look. “Lily, you came here on purpose to wait for me, right? Last year for your birthday I brought you to this exact restaurant. Why are you so hung up on it?” He hesitated, then added in a patronizing tone: “Fine. Since it’s your birthday today, come join us and eat. But just this once—don’t wait for me anymore after this.” I ignored him. Seeing Ethan walking toward me from a distance, I smiled. “Who said I was waiting for you? I got tired of you ages ago. I was actually worried I wouldn’t be able to get rid of you—good thing someone else stepped in.” Back when I first realized Sophie and Jake were playing me, I actually felt excited. Getting played while turning the tables on them is way more interesting. I looked up what type Jake liked, acted pitiful and fragile, made him completely addicted to me. Once I had him, it felt boring. When I noticed him getting flirty with Sophie, I quickly broke things off. Afraid that if I waited too long, I wouldn’t be able to dump him. Jake frowned as he watched me walk arm-in-arm with Ethan into the private room. I hadn’t told Ethan I was coming to the dinner, yet he still showed up. While Ethan was ordering food, I deliberately tugged the strapless dress a little lower, making my figure stand out more. “I thought you’d be mad and not show up after I turned you down. Good thing you still came—we really are so in tune with each other.” Ethan’s gaze dropped to my chest for a split second before he awkwardly shifted it back to my face. For one brief moment, I caught a dark, churning shadow rise in the depths of his eyes, but it disappeared in an instant. “I had an appointment to discuss work. I saw you here, so I rescheduled with the other person.” I pressed my lips together. Still pretending. Ethan handed me the birthday gift. It was a very delicate bracelet. I opened it right there and put it on. Ethan said quietly, “It suits you very well.” Then he lowered his head and continued eating. During the meal he mentioned that in two days he’d be going on a business trip for a week and wouldn’t be able to see me, so I should take good care of myself. I smiled inwardly. Isn’t he watching me every single moment already? Suddenly I felt curious—what would happen if I didn’t take good care of myself? After we finished eating and were about to head home, just as I was stepping out, Ethan pulled me back. He draped his suit jacket over me. “You’re dressed very inappropriately today.” I didn’t want to wear it, but his attitude was firm and left no room for argument. He covered up my exposed shoulders completely. Wrapped up tightly like that, I went home. I had thought being in the private room might finally make him show his true colors. Instead, the male waiter next to us looked at me with eyes far more blatant than Ethan’s ever were. Back in my room, I took off Ethan’s suit jacket and stomped on it twice in frustration to vent. Then I noticed my lace underwear fall out of his pocket. My face instantly flushed red-hot. He really knows how to play dangerously!
I stared wide-eyed, hardly able to believe it. Ethan wasn’t just secretly filming me—he was also stealing my intimate clothing. I grabbed his suit jacket along with the lace panties and went to find him. I wanted to see how he would explain this. When I reached his door, it wasn’t fully closed. I heard strange sounds coming from inside, and my name being called. “Lily… Lily…” The voice was deep, sexy, husky. I instantly realized what he was doing. I couldn’t resist peeking through the crack in the door. Ethan was sunk deep into the sofa, shirt unbuttoned and open. His skin flushed with a light pink sheen. My face burned and my heart raced—I didn’t know whether to go in or not. After hesitating for a while, I finally pushed the door open. Ethan saw me and was startled for a split second. Then, face still flushed, he hurriedly paused the video. When he turned to look at me, his usual calm, restrained, almost ascetic expression was back in place. He slowly buttoned his shirt back up perfectly neat. There wasn’t the slightest trace of shame or panic at being caught. “Why didn’t you knock before coming in?” His voice was calm and low. Completely different from how he’d sounded moments ago. “The door wasn’t closed. What were you watching just now? I want to see too.” “Nothing. Just a movie.” “I heard the sounds. It definitely wasn’t a normal movie. Let me watch and learn from it.” “No. It’s not something you should see.” I held the lace panties out in front of him. “Then is this something you should be carrying around in your pocket? If I’m not mistaken, these are mine.” Ethan’s face remained expressionless. “You washed them and they fell on the floor. I picked them up intending to return them to you. Since you’ve seen them, just take them.” “Return them? Then why carry them in your pocket all the time? Besides stealing my underwear, have you stolen anything else?” Ethan lowered his gaze to the floor. “Lily, don’t make trouble out of nothing. I didn’t steal them.” “You didn’t steal them, but you looked at them. These are a girl’s private things. So what’s wrong with me watching a video with you? I can learn from it—might come in handy later.” I sat down on Ethan’s bed, waiting for him to play it for me, while slowly peeling off my stockings. I’d heard men have zero resistance to black stockings. Ethan averted his eyes without a word, then suddenly scooped me up and pushed me out the door. I was so angry I wanted to kick the door down. I’d already sat on his bed and started taking off my stockings, and he still didn’t react. Yet he was willing to get hard watching videos of me. Was the problem with me, or with him? I stared at the closed door and seriously started doubting myself. … Ethan and I grew up as childhood sweethearts. He helped me chase after so many guys. Only after breaking up with Jake did I realize that over all these years, while the people around me kept changing, Ethan was the only one who never left. I wasn’t sure what his feelings for me were. So I told him about my breakup with Jake, wanting to test his reaction. When he heard Jake had cheated on me, he offered to cooperate and pretend to be my boyfriend to make Jake jealous— to make Jake realize my value and come back to win me over. I was furious that he wanted me to reconcile with another man. But I still agreed to his plan. Fake couple turning real isn’t impossible, right? In front of Jake, Ethan would hold my hand while walking, feed me food, wipe my mouth, even kiss the corner of my lips. The kind of nervous excitement I felt with him was something I’d never experienced with any other man. I found the feeling fresh and assumed Ethan liked me too. But the moment Jake was out of sight, he would immediately let go of me, put distance between us, and apologize. His tone was so sincere—it didn’t look like he had any improper thoughts toward me at all. Finally I couldn’t hold back anymore. I asked him to drink with me, planning to confess while drunk. I’d never been timid in front of other men. But with Ethan it was different—I was terrified of rejection. In the heat of the moment I kissed him, and he kissed me back. His voice was hoarse when he said, “I’m sorry.” Then he pressed me down onto the bed. The next day he insisted on taking responsibility, so we got married. After marriage, he treated me very well. He came home early from work. Grocery shopping and cooking were all on him. Whatever I wanted, he bought it. Even things I only glanced at twice and didn’t plan to buy would eventually appear at home. You could say he was extremely good to me. Except he refused to have sex with me. Not even the most basic hugs or kisses.
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