Actually, the relationship between me and Charlie had never been like this before.
We had been together for six years and engaged for two. Our relationship was built on a solid foundation of love.
Charlie was a handsome man and a role model teacher. Although he was the dean, he was still down to earth and often connected with students from all departments of the college.
He had an unbreakable natural boundary. Admirers, whether they were students, colleagues, or strangers on the street, always surrounded him. Yet, he carried himself with a firm declaration to others, “I have a wife. Please don’t get too close."
In my eyes, he was the perfect considerate boyfriend. However, when did he start allowing Miranda to invade our world?
Thinking back, it must have been the first time he complimented Miranda's cuteness.
Initially, he found her bubbly, bold and outspoken nature overwhelming. He even vented to me about how exhausting it was to manage her during his substitute teaching sessions, claiming she was too rowdy.
However, over time, his complaints transformed into admiration. I could still recall the softness in his voice when he remarked, “Actually, she’s kind of cute.”