FAZER LOGINTheo was rendered speechless. After a prolonged silence, he still refused to give up. "So… you're really going to sit back and watch me lose everything?"I almost thought I had misheard him. "Am I the one who's doing this to you, though? Was I the one who made you fall for your student? Was I the one who forced you to update your social media? Or was it me who put your family heirloom on her wrist and let her stand by your side in my wedding gown?"Theo had no defense left. His eyes gradually misted over. "I know I messed up, Yvette. Lately, when I arrive home, everything just feels off. The fridge is missing everything you used to keep stocked. "The files in my study are a mess because there's no one to organize them for me. When my stomach starts hurting, I realize I don't even know where the medicine is because you were always the one who told me where I kept it! "I used to take all of that for granted. However, now that you're gone, I realize a life without you isn't what I
The following morning, I was jolted awake by a relentless barrage of phone notifications. Messages from my work group chat, my classmates' group chat, and even several people I hadn't been in touch with for a long time all contained the same video. It was a recording of the scene from yesterday after work. Octavia, teary-eyed, clung to Theo, demanding to know why he, despite having loved her for so many years, still refused to be with her. Theo stood there with a grim expression, yet he didn't deny a single word. The video wasn't long, but it was more than enough to stir up a commotion. It had been forwarded an unknown number of times overnight.Initially, people in the comments were simply there for the drama. Yet, it didn't take long for someone to recognize Theo. "Isn't he that young professor from Northshire University?" "That woman is his former student. I think I've seen her before." "Hold on… A professor is in love with his own student?"Things immediately took a t
After cutting my hair short, my life gradually got back on track. My wrist was still injured, but it no longer interfered with my daily work. I reached out to the competition committee again to explain my situation and picked up right where I left off, refining my design according to the original plan. I simply took it one step at a time and did what I could. After all, I'd spent a whole year on this. I refused to concede defeat before I'd even seen the final result. Clyde didn't push for details. Every day, he simply made sure to scoop me up from the studio on time and take me home. Then, he'd unceremoniously shut my laptop when I tried to pull an all-nighter. More than half a month flew by like that. I had almost grown accustomed to a life without Theo. Then came the end of a workday. The second I walked out of the studio, I spotted him at the entrance.He must've waited for quite a while. His usually pristine dress shirt was visibly wrinkled, and deep exhaustion weighed d
After the wedding wrapped up, I never set foot in that marital home again. Most of my belongings had already been packed up during the days when Theo had moved into his dorm.Clyde owned a house in the southern part of the city. It wasn't far from my studio, and the decor was simple. Aside from the study, which was crammed with books on design and architecture, there was hardly any sign that anyone actually lived there. On the first night after I moved in, he stood at the door of the guest bedroom with a comforter in his arms. His tone was so natural as if we really were just old friends who hadn't seen each other in years. "Since your right hand's still injured, holler at me if you need help with anything tonight."I glanced at the comforter in his arms. "You're sleeping in the guest bedroom?""Where else?" Clyde cocked his brow. "I'm not low enough to jump a patient on night one." I was stumped. By the time I came to my senses, he had already closed the door to the guest bed
The banquet hall was packed to capacity with guests. When I walked in arm-in-arm with Clyde, quite a few people were astonished. After all, the groom on the invitations was supposed to be Theo. However, I didn't explain myself. Mom and Dad had already known about this ahead of time. Tears welled up in their eyes as they gazed at me.In the end, without asking a thing, Mom simply straightened my veil. "It's your own choice, so don't regret it." My nose prickled. "I won't."The wedding ceremony had been significantly shortened at the last minute. There were no lengthy vows or emotionally charged speeches.When it came time to exchange rings, Clyde didn't immediately slip the ring onto my finger. Instead, he said lowly, "Yvette, you can still back out now." I looked up at him. His eyes were bright, but his expression was unusually solemn. "I only showed up so you wouldn't be humiliated. However, you know me. Once this ring is on your finger, you're the only woman I'll ever cons
I turned on my heel and came face-to-face with a man in a bespoke black suit. He must've rushed here because his hair was slightly tousled across his forehead. However, that face was someone I knew all too well. Clyde Lovell, my childhood sweetheart, and the man who had walked out of my life five years ago because I had chosen to be with Theo. Theo clearly recognized him, too. After all, back when we first became official, he had picked a massive fight with me because of Clyde. Theo's expression instantly hardened when he saw Clyde in the groom's attire. "Clyde?"Clyde didn't even give him the time of day. He walked straight up to me, took the bouquet from my hand, and glanced at my cast-bound right arm. "How did you end up in this state?"Before I could answer, Theo stepped forward. "Yvette, what is the meaning of this?" His eyes darted back and forth between Clyde and me several times. Then, as if he had figured it out, his expression became livid. "Don't tell me this 'wedd







