Chapter 1

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?