After graduation, my boyfriend pursued a degree in counseling and was paired with a female teacher. Together, they managed students, conducted research, and even shared accommodations during work trips.
When I expressed my concerns, he dismissed them, insisting they were just colleagues and asking me not to "overthink things."
One day, I saw her tag him on Instagram with the popular caption: Meal partner: XXX. Shortly after, she sent me a private message, taunting me:
"How can you keep up with him without a job?"
A month after we broke up and blocked each other, news came that both of them had been dismissed from the college.
Meanwhile, I passed the talent introduction exam. On my first day at the court, my boss—who also happened to be my childhood sweetheart—smiled warmly at me and asked,
"Will you be my girlfriend?"
...
James’ phone screen lit up for the fifth time in twenty minutes, casting a faint glow in the dim cinema. Seated beside him, I couldn’t help but notice how little attention he paid to the movie, his focus shifting constantly to the device in his hand.
Frustrated, I leaned over and whispered, "What's going on?"
"Nothing," he replied, slipping the phone back into his pocket.
But when it buzzed again—this time with a call—I had enough. My mood was ruined. Without a word, I grabbed my bag and left the theater.
As I walked out of the theater, James quickly caught up with me, a frown creasing his face.
"You were watching just fine. What happened to you?"
"Who called you?" I asked bluntly.
"Ella Hughes," he admitted, confirming exactly what I had guessed—his coworker.
"Why is she calling you on the weekend?"
"Maybe it’s something about work," he replied, his tone measured.
When I didn’t respond, his patience seemed to wane. With a sigh of exasperation, he said, "If you don’t believe me, I’ll call her back."
Before I could protest, he dialed her number, putting the call on speaker as if to prove his innocence.
"Mr. Carter, there’s an issue with a student’s internship file," Ella’s voice came through the phone, clipped and professional. "Could you come back to school now? It’s urgent.
"Of course, if it’s inconvenient, I can handle it alone. But, James, you know as well as I do—work is more important than anything else."
The call ended abruptly, leaving James staring at me, his expression unreadable.
"See?" he said, his voice calm but tinged with frustration. "I told you it was about work. You got angry for nothing. Are you satisfied now?"
I looked at him, his steady gaze challenging me to doubt him further. It was true—he had never hidden anything about his dealings with Ella. He was always transparent, almost to a fault.
But still, a question lingered in my mind: Can you truly claim a clear conscience if you don’t even try to draw boundaries?
Ever since James started working, our opportunities to meet have dwindled, a casualty of our long-distance relationship. Meanwhile, the person who spends the most time with him every day is Ella.
The first time I met her was when I accompanied James to his new workplace. She approached him with a stack of documents, her smile bright and confident. When she noticed me, her tone turned sweet.
"This is Mr. Carter's girlfriend? You're so beautiful. Mr. Carter is really lucky."
At the time, I thought nothing of it. But as the days turned into weeks, Ella became a constant presence in his life. They worked overtime together, conducted research side by side, and even traveled for business.
I’ve seen her call him at two in the morning. I’ve seen her hold his hand with an intimacy far beyond what one might expect from colleagues, acting coquettishly as if there was no one else in the room.
It made me deeply uncomfortable, this familiarity that blurred professional boundaries. But James never seemed to think there was anything wrong.
When I voiced my concerns, he dismissed them outright, his tone tinged with frustration.
"I teach with Ms. Hughes. We have a lot to handle every day. You can’t keep projecting your suspicions onto me just because you’re overly sensitive."
His words stung, each one a blade that chipped away at my resolve. I stood there, silent, his voice dragging me back to the present.
"Am I sensitive?" I asked, my voice shaking with disbelief and hurt.
He sighed, pulling me into his arms, his tone softening as if to soothe me.
"Okay, okay. I’m not as free as I was during school, and I don’t have as much time to coax you anymore. Be good, alright?"
Chapter 2He leaned down to kiss me, but I turned my face away, my hands clenched tightly by my sides.
"So, are you going to see her now?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper.
He paused for a moment, then replied,
"It’s something that both Ella and I are responsible for. It wouldn’t be right for her to handle it alone."
I silently pulled away from his arms, my voice cold and steady.
"Go."
Without another word, James didn’t hesitate, leaving the cinema in a hurry.
Once he was gone, I returned to the theater and finished the movie. But during that hour, my mind was overwhelmed with thoughts—when did he become so repulsive to me?
One month? Two months? Or had it been even longer?
I realized I didn’t believe a single word he had said. Before I’d come to see him today, I had already known that he’d betrayed me.
It started on a lazy day in the dormitory when my roommate was laughing uncontrollably while watching short videos. I was bored out of my mind, so I downloaded the app myself, just to pass the time.
Then, big data led me straight to Ella’s account.
Her homepage was tagged with "Food Partner: XXX." Curiosity gnawed at me, so I clicked through. There, I saw video after video of James—his back, his hands, all captured in moments that were too familiar. They went to the movies together, trained together, even stayed in the same room. Though none of the footage showed his face directly, I knew it was him.
Ella’s latest post was a picture of a hot spring bath, with the caption:
After a while, you’ll be famous.
The implications of those words hit me like a punch to the gut. I knew exactly what she meant.
The timing couldn’t have been more telling. It overlapped perfectly with the time when James had told me he couldn’t come to see me because of work last week.
He hadn’t been busy with work when he said he couldn’t come to see me. No, he had been at the hot springs with the new couple.
The truth hit me with such force that I ended up in the hospital that night. I never imagined that the boyfriend who had always treated me like a queen had betrayed me long ago. Our seven-year relationship became a cruel joke at that moment.
Alone in the hospital bed, watching the IV drip, my mind replayed the images from Ella’s Instagram account. Every time I saw them together, it felt like a knife twisting in my chest. The pain was so intense that I could hardly breathe.
They must have been sure I didn't use short video apps, that I wouldn't find out. That’s why they were so bold, so shameless in flaunting their relationship. In the story they were creating, I was nothing more than the mistress, the one who didn’t belong.
How could I let them get away with it?
I had kept all the evidence. I came to James today to give him a chance to confess, to say it himself. But now, it seems unnecessary.
After James left, I received a message.
Ella: Are you so comfortable without a job? If I were you, I would have broken up with Mr. Carter a long time ago.
Her words stung, but they were wrong. It wasn’t that I didn’t have a job; I had passed the selected students’ interview months ago.
I stayed in the cinema, lost in my thoughts, until the afternoon. When I finally stood up to leave, I bumped into David Moore, my childhood sweetheart.
"Are you back?" he asked, his tone casual.
"Yeah," I replied, my voice flat.
"For James?"
I hesitated. There was a hint of something unspoken in his words, a quiet disapproval of James.
I’ve always been close to David, so I didn’t hide anything from him.
"James cheated."
David didn’t seem surprised at all. He just nodded, as though he had known for a long time.
"Oh, you finally know."
I stared at him, shocked.
"You knew too?"
David shrugged, his expression not one of sympathy but quiet understanding.
"Anyone with eyes could see it. He and Ella have a complicated relationship. We’re in the same city, remember? We see each other every day. It’s easy to pick up on the little things when you're always around."
Chapter 3I forced a smile, my fingers brushing against my forehead in a gesture of helplessness.
"So, everyone knew about this. It's almost laughable, isn't it? The person who once treated me so well, the one I thought was different, is the one who betrayed me."
David looked at me with a serious expression, his voice calm but firm.
"Haven’t you heard the saying? Find someone who is good in themselves, not just someone who is good to you."
His words hit me harder than I expected.
Yes, I had chosen James because he loved me, but I had overlooked something crucial.
Sincerity can fade, and love can change. James was no longer the shy boy who blushed when we first met.
I sighed quietly, feeling the weight of everything.
"Where are you headed? Going back to school by high-speed train?" David asked, breaking the silence.
"Yeah," I replied softly.
David nodded, a smile tugging at his lips.
"I’ll go with you."
At the high-speed rail station, I turned to say my goodbyes. As I boarded the train, I settled into my seat, watching the scenery blur past the window.
All I could think about was one thing: It was time to let go.
The one-hour ride was filled with the persistent buzzing of my phone. James' calls. His dozens of messages.
I saw them, but I couldn’t bring myself to reply.
My mind was consumed with memories of us.
We first met in freshman year. I had just entered school, eager to explore all the clubs and their activities. James approached me then, a friendly smile on his face.
"Hello, Miss. Would you like to know more about the calligraphy club?"
It was that simple sentence that set the course for everything between us.
He confessed to me at a hometown gathering, telling me that he wanted to take care of me. And he truly did. He brought me breakfast, saved me a spot at the library, worked part-time just to accompany me, sent me home for the holidays, and picked me up when I returned to school.
When he graduated and we were faced with the challenge of a long-distance relationship, he held me tightly and promised me something I thought I’d never doubt.
"No matter how far apart we are, you will always be my only one."
In just one year, everything had changed.
And since it had changed, I couldn’t hold on to it anymore.
That day, I sent James the only message I would ever send him again, the final message.
"James, let's break up."
After hitting send, I ignored him completely, turning my focus to preparing my inspection materials.
When I finally looked at my phone again, I found dozens—no, maybe hundreds—of missed calls and unread messages.
"Lila, did you go back to school? You left without saying goodbye, and now you're telling me we’re breaking up? What’s going on?"
"I know I’ve neglected your feelings because of my busy work, but I’m really swamped now. I need to think about our future. You don’t have a job, and if I don’t work harder, how will I support our little family?"
"Okay, stop being angry. I know I didn’t handle yesterday well."
"Lila, I know I was wrong. Can you please pick up and talk to me?"
Reading those messages made me feel nothing but absurdity.
I didn’t reply to him, but what I didn’t expect was for him to go as far as to contact my parents.
I had been with James for seven years, from undergraduate to graduate school. Our families had met. We had built a life together, or so I thought.
After finishing graduate school, he had moved back to our hometown, Springfield. My parents were thrilled about him. Every time I brought him home, they greeted him with warmth and enthusiasm.
I had even planned to marry him after graduation. But now, everything had changed.
"Lila, James called us and said you were angry with him and aren't picking up. What’s going on?"
"Mom, I didn’t lose my temper. I just didn’t know how to explain. Actually..."
Chapter 4Before I could finish, my mother cut me off.
"If it's not a temper, then what is it? You've been together for seven years, not seven months. Don’t act impulsively."
"Whatever it is, James' father's birthday is coming up. Don't be petty. Come back with him, and don't upset his family."
Before I could respond, she hung up.
I ran my hand over my forehead, frustrated. The situation between James and me was much more complicated than I had imagined.
After all these years, James' parents had treated me like their own daughter. They had always been kind and loving towards me.
Now, with his father's birthday approaching, ignoring it seemed impossible. After much thought, I decided I needed to tell them about the breakup in person.
When I arrived back in Springfield, I guessed my mother must have called James, because soon after, I received a message from him saying he would pick me up.
But when I got off the high-speed train, James wasn’t there. Instead, I received a message from Ella.
It was a selfie of her and James, taken in a hotel. The caption read: "It’s great, I can recharge after a long day of work."
And on her ring finger, clearly visible, was the couple's ring that James and I had picked out together.
I stared at the phone, numb. Another message came through.
— You don’t have a job. James is a college teacher. He’s not suitable for someone like you.
— You should have stayed away from him—someone who doesn’t want to make progress.
— Lila, do you know how much James loves me? He told me that if he could, he’d want to be with me from a distance forever.
— He said, body and soul, that I am the woman who fits him best.
I stared at those boastful and taunting words on my screen. A sick laugh escaped me.
Ella thought her words would hurt me, but all I felt was disgust.
And pity.
How could two college professors—two people who seemed so well-matched—descend into something so sordid?
Almost ten minutes after receiving Ella's message, I finally saw James.
He arrived late, offering an apology: "Sorry, I got held up."
I looked at him, his familiar face now a mask of hypocrisy, and the lies he spoke made my stomach churn with disgust.
I didn’t respond. Instead, I simply said, cold and detached, "Let's go."
James drove to the restaurant, and I stared out of the window, not saying a word the entire way.
When we arrived at the restaurant, I pointed to the copy shop across the street. "You go in first. I need to print something."
James looked at me, his confusion obvious. "What’s so urgent that you can’t wait?"
I stared at his face—so familiar, yet now so foreign—and replied firmly, "Yes, it’s very important."
I entered the private room where my parents and James' parents were already chatting, discussing our engagement and marriage.
I handed over the gift I had prepared beforehand. "Uncle, happy birthday."
"Thank you, Lila," James' father said warmly. "You must be tired from the journey. Sit down."
After I took my seat, James' parents began asking about my life at school and my plans for the future.
Before I could answer, James interrupted. "Let’s not talk about work today. Let’s not put any pressure on Lila."
His words seemed protective, and everyone smiled, clearly pleased. The conversation shifted smoothly to the topic of marriage.
"What plans does Lila have for marriage?"
I turned to James, his hopeful gaze fixed on me. I took a deep breath and, without hesitation, said, "He and I won’t be getting married."