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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

As expected, Mrs. Yates had already descended the stairs and was approaching our vehicle. I could only brace myself and accompany Simon.


"Good day, Mrs. Yates. My name is Lola White!"


I swiftly offered a courteous greeting and presented the gifts I had brought.


Mrs. Yates received the gifts with a smile, but her eyes remained locked on me.


Even after we entered the house, Mrs. Yates continued to observe me intently.


Subsequently, she expressed a desire to take me to the upstairs study.


Feeling slightly uneasy, I instinctively glanced at Simon for reassurance.


However, Mrs. Yates grasped my hand, saying, "There's no need to worry, Lola. Let's go upstairs for a private conversation."


She then turned to Simon and joked, "Don't fret. I won't harm your wife."


My cheeks flushed immediately, "Mrs. Yates..."


Mrs. Yates appeared to be in exceptionally high spirits and maintained her grip on my hand.


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