Ethan stormed out of the classroom, his mind spinning. Fiancé? The word echoed in his head like a taunt, each syllable slicing through him. He had expected Vivian to push him away, to deny whatever was growing between them—but this? This was a betrayal he hadn’t seen coming.
The hallways were empty as he walked with quick, angry steps, fists clenched at his sides. He didn’t know where he was going, only that he needed to move. If he stayed still, he might explode.
She was engaged.
All this time, while she looked at him with those conflicted eyes, while she whispered in the dark corners of their conversations, while she let him believe that maybe—just maybe—there was something real between them… she belonged to someone else.
Vivian’s Regret
Inside the classroom, Vivian felt the weight
