The study door closed in front of me, shutting out the low murmurs of the two people inside.…The next morning, when I walked out of the bedroom, the house was empty. Used plates and forks were scattered across the dining table, along with half of a fried egg and half a glass of milk, as though they were waiting for me to clean them up like I always did.I pretended not to see them.Enduring the pain in my back, I went to pack my own things.All those blue applications left me with few clothes and daily necessities. Once I had packed everything, I stuffed it all into my suitcase. After that, I called my senior, Wyatt Ingham.Wyatt had been one of my mother's students. When I decided to quit my job and become the man behind Brooke, he was the only one who tried again and again to talk me out of it.He arrived quickly. When he saw me leaning against my back and standing beside my suitcase, his brows drew together tightly. "Are you really taking it this far? Back then, you were wi
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