Vernon kept showing up in my life—not by chance, but because he was my direct senior, studying under the same professor.Eventually, we exchanged numbers.But our conversations stayed academic. No grand gestures, no trying to impress me like Barry always did. Vernon was just... himself.Life in a foreign country wasn't easy.My first year in Cania, my parents flew over for Christmas. But after the holidays, work pulled them back to Claustria.Watching them disappear past airport security, my chest tightened with loneliness.Just as my tears threatened to fall, a cup of coffee appeared in front of me.I looked up—into Vernon's warm smile.He didn't wipe away my tears.Instead, he took me to the planetarium, where we spent the whole night watching the stars.That night, I realized how much we had in common.As time passed, we grew closer. Our bond deepened.Vernon never rushed me.He waited.It wasn't until my third year in Cania—when Vernon was sure I'd finally let go of m
Lyla shook her head frantically, muttering, "Impossible." Like refusing to believe it would somehow change reality.But reality didn't care.More guests arrived, greeting my parents with warmth and obvious respect. Every word, every gesture made it painfully clear—Lyla had been dead wrong.Her face drained as the truth sank in.Then her legs gave out, and she collapsed onto her knees.She pointed at me, voice shaking. "She tricked me!"My parents just looked amused. "And what exactly did our daughter deceive you about?"Lyla froze. No answer.By the time Barry showed up, she was still on the floor, sobbing like her whole world had just shattered.The second he saw her, unease flickered across his face.I kept my tone even. "There you are. She won't get up, and since she's pregnant, we couldn't exactly force her."Barry's face went pale at my parents' cold indifference.Barry yanked Lyla to her feet and turned to my parents, his tone humble. "Mr. and Mrs. Abel, Lyla was out
My eyes stung slightly at Vernon's words.Barry shot me one last sorrowful look before silently pulling Lyla away.Even as they left, I could still hear her whining.The crowd slowly dispersed.Vernon didn't say much. Instead, he took my hand and led me straight into a jewelry store.He picked out several dazzling diamond rings, carefully comparing them against my fingers.I didn't know whether to laugh or cry.Vernon huffed arrogantly. "That tiny little ring? He really had the nerve to bring that out?"I glanced at him. "You're not bothered by all this?""Bothered? Why would I be?" Vernon said matter-of-factly. "It just proves how remarkable you are—so much so that someone still can't forget you."His words warmed my heart.I suddenly thought about the soft copy of the marriage cert on his phone and chuckled. "Why do you even keep that on your phone?"Vernon answered as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "Something that important? Gotta keep it—just like my ID
Barry was about to say something when Lyla suddenly appeared beside him.It had been six years, and she looked different. Fine lines crept around her eyes. Her once sleek, jet-black hair was now messily tied back, and she wore loose-fitting clothes, exhaustion etched all over her face.Even so, she was still beautiful.She clutched Barry's hand, her voice choked. "Barry."I watched, unimpressed.Barry stayed silent for a long time before finally lowering his head, carefully supporting her.I let out a mocking laugh.Hearing it, Lyla turned to me. Her gaze swept over my designer clothes and jewelry, and for a split second, jealousy flashed in her eyes.Then, with a pitiful look, she said, "Amelia, you already have everything. Can't you let me have Barry? He's all I have left. My child and I—we can't live without him."As she spoke, she subtly straightened her posture.That's when I noticed.The swell of her stomach—five or six months along.And honestly? That just made this
I exhaled, exasperated. "Barry, do I need to spell it out for you? I'm married."He shook his head frantically, eyes desperate, like I was the one who'd betrayed him. The sheer audacity made frustration bubble up in my chest.I was done. Done with him, done with the drama. I grabbed Vernon's hand, ready to walk away.But Barry called out to me again. "Amelia, stop this. Come back with me, okay?"His eyes were bloodshot, his gaze shattered.Vernon's patience was clearly wearing thin. Without a word, he reached into his pocket, pulled out his phone, and tapped the screen.Then he turned it toward Barry.The lock screen lit up—our marriage certificate.Barry went even paler. "You loved me the most, didn't you? How could you marry someone else?"I looked away, unwilling to waste another second on him.But he still wouldn't quit. He lunged for my hand, and Vernon immediately stepped in, shielding me."Amelia, I've been waiting for you," Barry pleaded, his voice frantic. "Divorce
A week later, I boarded a plane to Cania.Before leaving, I wiped Barry from my life—every photo, every mutual friend, every so-called precious memory.Then, I blocked his number and snapped my SIM card in half.Study kept me busy. Kept me moving. Slowly, the past faded, washed away by a life bigger than him.I thought I'd never see Barry again.But the world is small.After my parents' 50th wedding anniversary, I ran into him at a mall near their home.The second Barry spotted me, his eyes lit up.He rushed over, excitement all over his face. "Amelia..."I looked at him.He wore a suit now, rimless glasses perched on his nose. The carefree boy I once knew was gone.But standing there, fidgeting with the hem of his jacket, he looked nervous. Like the first time we met.Only now, everything was different.We had walked separate paths.And I no longer looked at him with love.I smiled, nodded. "Long time no see, Barry."His eyes reddened. Voice thick with emotion, he reac