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When Zack Reed declared his feelings for the attractive new student, everyone expected me to have an emotional outburst and create a commotion. However, I was nowhere to be seen, even after his confession was complete.
Unbeknownst to Zack, I was actually in his roommate's room, wearing his hoodie and asking with exasperation:
"I've soaked your bed. Where will you sleep tonight?"
Simon Yates looked away, his throat moving visibly as he passed me a towel.
"Dry your hair first. I'll replace the bedding before you rest."
Zack was planning to reveal his feelings to that pretty transfer student.
He had instructed everyone to keep it from me. But he was unaware that some gossipy individuals couldn't resist and had already informed me.
It was common knowledge that I had feelings for Zack and imagined a future with him.
This time, it seemed Zack was completely smitten with that girl.
People anticipated that I would become hysterical, weep, and create a spectacle.
Everyone enjoys witnessing such romantic drama unfold.
They were all anticipating my meltdown and rush to disrupt the situation.
However, to their disappointment, even after Zack's successful confession, I hadn't appeared.
The crowd of spectators, three rows deep, began to lose enthusiasm.
Even Zack's expression lacked much happiness.
He embraced his new girlfriend and checked his phone.
There were no incoming calls or texts.

My Ex's Confession Backfired, I'm in His Roommate's Bed

Simon pushed the partially open door and entered. His voice wasn't booming, but it carried a gravity akin to steel striking concrete, exuding an inexplicable intensity.


The spacious chamber abruptly went quiet. Everyone noticed a young woman following Simon. That young woman was me.


Zack remained motionless in his seat. However, the wine glass he'd been toying with suddenly cracked in his grasp.


Olivia cried out in alarm, "Oh no, Zack, you're hurt..."


"I told you to leave, don't you understand?"


Zack abruptly rose and forcefully smashed the broken wine glass on the floor. Olivia stood stunned for a moment before bursting into tears and fleeing. The other occupants of the room wisely departed one by one.


Zack's arm hung limply, blood trickling to the floor. He appeared oblivious to the pain, his gaze fixed intently on Simon.


Eventually, he lifted his hand, pointing at me. "Simon, would you care to explain this?"


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