My Ex Who Pined For His First Love Lost It When He Saw My Male Model Date

“Pathetic!”

My hand froze on my shoe, and I stiffly looked at Julian, who was sprawled on the couch.

He was staring at my wrongly buttoned shirt, his displeasure evident.

“I told you ages ago, no matter how you dress up, I’m never going to touch you! If you’re sick, take your meds!”

I lowered my gaze.

Of course, I knew.

Our families forced Julian and me into this strategic marriage, which drove his true love away.

On our wedding night, he locked me in the bridal suite, then walked out to find her.

“If you can go three years without touching her, I’ll forgive you.”