The moment I pushed open the clinic door, I nearly fainted on the spot—the sexy physical therapist in that white coat was Ethan, my ex-boyfriend who I dumped hard two months ago!

Even worse, my mom was sitting right there watching, so I had no choice but to grit my teeth and endure his "professional treatment."

This bastard, hiding behind his doctor's coat, used every treatment excuse to do whatever he wanted with my body.

"Relax, your body still remembers my touch," he whispered in my ear.

I swore to stay away from this cheating bastard, but with both our mothers frantically playing matchmaker, we were forced into constant entanglement. Inescapable intimate treatments, complicated emotions I couldn't explain, until an accident brought the truth to light.

"Tell me the real reason you want to switch doctors." He grabbed my arm.

"I thought she was your girlfriend! I thought you betrayed me!"

When that "truth" that tore us apart was completely overturned, could we start over again...?

OMG! My Physical Therapist Is My Ex-Boyfriend

Zoe's POV
The next afternoon, I curled up on the couch, absentmindedly watching Abuela's favorite Latin soap opera with her. My mind kept replaying every detail from last night—those sultry glances, the physical contact, and the feeling of his hardness pressed against me.
*Damn it, what am I even ...

Chapter 6