One Night Callboy: Knocked Up by the Ruthless Billionaire
“Ethan, why did you say? I don’t understand. Scarlett, please explain.”
Ethan’s smirk grew wider as he stared straight at me. His eyes were cold, filled with that familiar cruelty I knew too well. “Finally, we meet again, my wife.”
The word “wife” hit me like a slap. I remained silent for a second, feeling trapped, my hands trembling under the table. Brigit’s eyes widened in disbelief.
“Your wife?” she whispered, turning to me. “Ethan, what do you mean? Scarlett… explain to me. Why is he calling you his wife? Are you… are you the ex-wife he’s been talking about all this time?”