Chapter 1

After Ethan Thompson and I started dating, he blocked his ex-girlfriend, Scarlett Hayes, on all platforms.

But every time she got drunk, she'd show up outside our apartment building and cause a massive scene, pounding on the door and ringing the doorbell incessantly, until he came down.

As soon as the lights went out, he had to go downstairs.

They were always on a collision course, clashing like rivals since their dating days, and they'd argue intensely over the smallest things, each cursing louder and fouler than the last.

I had long grown used to it.

But this time, the usual war of words escalated.

Scarlett straddled him, her fists and kicks showing no mercy.

Furious, I rushed over and pushed her away, only to receive a harsh slap in return.

Just as I was about to retaliate, Ethan clamped down on my wrist.

He helped Scarlett up from the ground, his eyes overflowing with concern:

"Did you hurt yourself when you fell?"

When he turned to me, there was only harsh criticism:

"She's had too much to drink, why would you push her?!"

I stared blankly at the man who allowed another woman to cling to him and throw a drunken tantrum.

Suddenly, I understood.

When a man says he hates a girl he's dated, that girl is actually the one he can't forget.