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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

He snatched the dishes before him with his wounded hand and shattered them furiously against the floor.


"Simon, are you aware that Lola belongs to me?" Zack growled.


"In what capacity? As your girlfriend or betrothed?" Simon stood his ground. "Or are you implying that because a girl once had feelings for you, she's now your personal possession?"


Zack's eyes were inflamed, a crimson ocean. "You were well aware of Lola's feelings for me, yet you deliberately took her away?"


"Zack, Simon didn't take me from anyone," I said, clasping Simon's hand tightly. "I initiated things. Besides, I don't have feelings for you anymore. To be honest, I haven't for quite some time."


As I gazed at him, I suddenly realized I had moved on long ago. After all, no self-respecting woman would fancy someone who showed her no regard. Nor would she pine for a cold-hearted individual who treated her as disposable.


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