Chapter 1

Three years into my engagement with Ethan Vance, he became the most famous billionaire in America.

He claimed to be a germaphobe who couldn’t stand the touch of women.

Once, I accidentally brushed against his sleeve, and he not only threw the entire designer suit away but also showered three times.

I thought he was like that with everyone. Until today, when his Maybach’s dashcam automatically synced to my cloud storage.

On the screen, the man who claimed to despise physical contact was gripping his ex-girlfriend’s tiny waist, kissing her passionately in the backseat.

Ethan ripped her expensive silk dress. The woman gasped breathlessly,

"Ethan, what if your fiancée finds out? Won't she make a scene?"

He sneered, his voice dark and raspy. "She’s like a dead fish. Boring. How could she ever compare to you? Just touching her makes me sick."

I watched the screen. No tears, no screaming. I just calmly pressed Enter on my keyboard.

And injected a lethal self-destruct virus into the core code of the autonomous driving AI—the very code I had spent three years of blood, sweat, and tears writing for him.

Ethan, since you dared to betray me, let's see if you can afford the price.