"We all saw it. The second evening study hall ended, she'd drag him out to the track field. Who knows what other stunts she pulled?"
"Swapping a love letter? That's nothing for someone like her. Obviously she did it. Do we even need to ask?"
None of them knew that Carter and I were together. Eight years as a couple. Five years as husband and wife.
They only remembered that I used to hang around Carter a lot.
They assumed I was the one chasing him. A lovesick nobody reaching for someone out of her league, desperate to land the golden boy.
But they didn't know the truth.
From the very beginning, Carter was the one who pursued me.
He was reserved by nature, never one for public displays. He'd never once posted about us on social media. Every step forward in our relationship had been his initiative, his doing. Yet somehow, he always came out looking like the innocent party.
He was the prodigy of the business school, turning heads wherever he went, impossible to ignore. And me? In everyone's eyes, I was never good enough for him.
But that was no reason for me to be mocked. To be humiliated.
I turned to face the classmate who'd spoken, my expression flat.