Chapter 1

Every time I had sex with Ethan Carter, I noticed he had changed the sheets.

Once, I finally pressed him and asked why.

Ethan hesitated for a moment, then decided to tell me the truth:

“Because every time I have sex with you, your best friend Chloe Reed gets jealous, and she insists on sleeping with me first.”

“After meeting her, I finally understood that women really are made of water.”

“I can’t exactly let you lie on soaked sheets while we have sex, can I?”

I froze, staring at him in disbelief.

“What did you say?”

He put out his cigarette, half-smiling.

“Sophie, your mom was tortured to death in bed by your dad, not by me. So every time you lie there like a dead fish, it really kills the mood. That’s your trauma, and I shouldn’t have to pay for it, understand?”

“You should thank Chloe. She’s helping you keep this relationship alive.”

The moment he finished speaking, the door was shoved open.

Chloe rushed in with red eyes and slapped Ethan across the face.

“You bastard! Didn’t you say you’d keep it a secret? Apologize to Sophie!”

I looked at them, but all that was left in my throat was bitterness.

So all these years, in Ethan’s eyes, I had only been a burdensome buzzkill.

This bed was not big enough for three people, and I would never squeeze myself into it again.