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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

Realizing all the unfulfilled wishes from that reverie.


Upon completing our university education, Simon and I obtained our marriage license.


The nuptial ceremony was still being arranged.


I desired a modest and understated affair, but Simon and his family insisted otherwise.


Shortly after acquiring the license, I relocated to Simon's residence.


As he entered the washroom to bathe, I once more discovered that misplaced pearl earring beneath his cushion.


This instance, however, I refrained from returning it. Instead, I affixed it to my own lobe.


Moreover, I adorned myself solely with the earring.


When Simon emerged from his ablutions, I was reclined on his mattress, snugly enveloped in his coverlet, feigning slumber.


A tender peck delicately alighted upon my cheekbone.


I experienced a slight tingling sensation, my lashes quivering faintly, yet I persisted in keeping my eyes shut.


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