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I Became the Lover of My Ex-Boyfriend's Archenemy Novel Cover

I Became the Lover of My Ex-Boyfriend's Archenemy

After her boyfriend pushes her into the ocean to impress a rival, a young woman survives a near-fatal drowning that leaves her hospitalized. Waking with partial amnesia, she rejects her former partner's apologies and claims she is actually dating Raleigh Landon, her ex's most hated rival. This young adult mystery follows her as she navigates a web of social lies and fractured memories to protect herself from the man who nearly killed her.
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Chapter 4

Raleigh exuded a faint scent of men's cologne mixed with alcohol, and as soon as I approached, I could smell it.

I wrapped my arms tightly around his slender waist, my gaze grazing over his sexy Adam's apple. I met his deep and mysterious eyes and called out, "Raleigh."

My voice was as sweet as honey.

The man glanced at me, his pupils contracting slightly, a hint of hesitation flickering in his eyes.

"Let go!” Justin, his eyes red with anger, rushed over and forcibly dragged me away from Raleigh. He insulted me, "Stella! Have you got no shame? You already have a boyfriend, yet you're still flirting with other men!"

I was frightened by his rude and unreasonable behavior, so I shook off his hand and hid behind Raleigh.

"Raleigh, this man is crazy. He's been following me for a long time, and I'm scared."

I lightly tugged at Raleigh's suit hem, my face showing absolute fear, and my voice trembling.

As soon as Justin heard the word 'crazy,' he erupted.

In front of the entire bar, Justin pointed at me and shouted, "Stella, are you done pretending? I only pushed you into the sea, and you're perfectly fine. Yet, you're pretending to have amnesia?! Raleigh isn't your boyfriend! I am!"

The people in the bar immediately started talking after hearing this.

After the incident, the entire River City was aware that I had forgotten that the Prince Charming from River City was my boyfriend.

Not long ago, Justin proposed to me live on a broadcast.

Therefore, no one expected this to happen.

"You're talking nonsense! Raleigh is my boyfriend!" I firmly grasped Raleigh's sleeve, my gaze determined, showing no signs of hesitation or lies.

Raleigh's eyes flickered slightly at my words. He glanced at me, taking a moment to assess, his gaze dark and devoid of emotion.

Seeing us locking eyes, Justin became jealous and rushed over to pull me away. However, I held onto Raleigh tightly, crying out, "Save me, Raleigh! I don't want to go with this madman."

Hearing this, Justin was furious and slapped me directly across the face.

My face burned, and I stood there in shock.

"Stella, you've crossed the line!" Justin continued to scold me angrily.

My expression turned cold, and I exerted all my strength to slap him back.

"You’re just a fake! How dare you hit me?!" I was furious. It was the first time someone had ever hit me.

Justin still wanted to lay hands on me, but Raleigh grabbed my hand and pulled me into his arms. He lifted his foot and kicked Justin to the ground, his gaze cold as he said, "What kind of man are you to lay hands on a woman?"

After speaking, Raleigh grabbed my hand and left the bar.

Justin wanted to chase after us, but Jackson stopped him and pulled him back onto the sofa.

"Don't stop me! I'm going to teach that bastard Raleigh a lesson!" Justin was furious, his neck veins bulging.

He had never been so humiliated, especially in front of so many people.

Before this, he was the undisputed prince of the River City!

"Justin, that's enough," Jackson said.

Justin turned to him, frowning. "You're my friend. Are you taking Raleigh's side too?"

"Of course, I'm on your side. But can't you go easy on Stella? After all, she's your girlfriend, and she just got out of the hospital. She can't handle this kind of stress," Jackson advised, lowering his voice.

"This bitch is going to sleep with Raleigh! You want me to just sit back and watch?" Justin couldn't contain his anger.

Jackson's expression turned cold upon hearing this.

“You have the nerve to judge Stella? Aren't you behaving even worse than her?!" Jackson couldn't bear to watch any longer, frowning deeply.

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