After Being Dumped by My Ex-Boyfriend, I Became His Aunt

I was standing at the door, blocked from entering, while Ethan's phone went unanswered and his texts remained unread.

All I could do was wait with the security guard for him to come out.

Maybe fate was telling us we weren't meant to be.

Just then, a server carelessly left the door ajar, allowing me to overhear Ethan's voice inside.

What I heard made my heart drop. "Married? To who? Emma? Don't joke around," he laughed, followed by a chorus of chuckles from his friends.

Ethan continued, "You really think she's good enough for me now?"

My stomach twisted at his words.

It felt like all those years of shared struggles had been nothing but my own delusion.

His friends kept calling my name, but he referred to me as "the old ball and chain," a term that only deepened my humiliation.

Then came the worst part, "Honestly, I don't know why I even bother with her. She's just a burden."

At that moment, I was determined not to ruin his business deal, so I kept calling him, but he hung up each time.

The conversation inside grew increasingly vulgar, and someone suggested that Ethan share me with them.

He just laughed and nodded in agreement.

Suddenly, the server reached for the door to close it.

Our eyes met, and I couldn't hold back any longer.

"Let go!" I shouted.

The server quickly released the door, and I pushed it open with force.

Inside, my eyes scanned the room in shock.

There were so many people present.

But my gaze immediately landed on Ethan.

Everyone was watching him as he held someone in his arms, sharing a passionate kiss that felt like a dagger to my heart.

I turned away, choking back my emotions while weighing my options.

Gripping my phone tightly, I hurled it at them with all my might.

It shattered on impact, but Ethan didn't even look up.

The crowd finally recognized me; gasps filled the air as his friends called out to him while he continued kissing her without a care.

Moments later, half the room had cleared out, leaving only a few of his friends and some unfamiliar faces behind.

My anger boiled over; I had no intention of letting this go on any longer.

Grabbing a nearby microphone, I shouted, "Ethan!"

He froze for a second before turning around, confusion etched on his face.

After a tense pause, he frowned and asked, "What are you doing here?"

I stepped closer, towering over him as I replied coldly, "What do you think? I came to watch your little show."

His pride was clearly bruised; he scowled and told me to go home.

I glanced at the girl in his arms—she looked young and innocent.

As I approached them, the familiar scent of jasmine hit me like a wave.

It was her—the one who had taken my place.

I glared at her fiercely. "What are you looking at? You're the mistress now; you should leave immediately."

Tears welled up in her eyes as she glanced at Ethan for support.

Ethan opened his mouth to speak but hesitated. I knew what he wanted to say before he could even utter it.

Before he could finish his thought, my hand flew across his face with a sharp slap.

"What's wrong? You've replaced me with her? You're feeling sorry for her now?"

The girl took off running with her bag in hand.

Ethan's expression darkened as he stood up and rubbed his jaw.

"We were just playing a game; can you not make this difficult?"

Even now, he was still making excuses.

I took a deep breath and fixed my hair before locking eyes with him again. "Playing a game?"

He nodded earnestly, trying to justify himself.

In an act of defiance and desperation, I grabbed the collar of the nearest guy beside him and kissed him passionately without hesitation.