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Ethan Blake's father was my family's bodyguard. He was brutally stabbed to death while rescuing me from kidnappers.
My father, consumed by guilt, took Ethan into our home and raised him as part of our family. He planned for Ethan to marry me when we grew up, as a way in honor of this debt of gratitude.
I also felt indebted and tried everything to win Ethan's affection, almost to the point of fawning over him.
However, Ethan always treated me with cold indifference, barely acknowledging my existence.
One evening, I was working on my personal statements for university applications, he suddenly came to see me and asked about my preparations for the Science Innovation Award.
I thought he had finally warmed up to me and excitedly shared all the details of my project with him.
One week later, I discovered that Ethan's childhood sweetheart, Olivia, had stolen my idea and submitted it as her own for the competition.
She ended up winning first place in the Science Innovation Award and received an early admission to Stanford University.
Heartbroken, I confronted Ethan about why he had extracted my ideas to help Olivia.
He replied with utter indifference, "Aren't you supposed to be capable? Even without the early admission opportunity, you should be able to get in on your own merit."

My Dear Enemy, My New Beginning

On the eve of my birthday, Ethan and Olivia returned from Hawaii.


Ethan felt puzzled as to why I hadn't contacted him during his long trip.


After all, an engagement was a big deal, and both parties needed to try on their formal wear and rehearse the ceremony.


After much deliberation, he sent me a message in an attempt to smooth things over:


"I bought an emerald ring as an engagement gift. I hope you'll like it."


After sending the message, the system showed that he had been blocked by the recipient!


I had actually blocked him! Ethan was furious, thinking that since the engagement was tomorrow anyway, it would only be the Williams family who would be embarrassed if he didn't prepare properly.


As night fell, Ethan tossed and turned, unable to sleep. He imagined how he would give me the cold shoulder at the engagement party tomorrow, to let me taste what it felt like to be ignored. But deep down, a hint of unease stirred.


Chapter 7