My Student Stole My Fiancé - Chapter 1: Chapter 1

My flight got rescheduled last minute, so I dragged my luggage back home, exhausted. I expected my boyfriend to greet me with open arms—instead, I was met with a pair of crumpled lace panties tossed carelessly on the floor.
And then she appeared.
My so-called "good apprentice," the one I had introduced to him, stepped out of my bathroom wrapped in my towel. She shared a room with my boyfriend now, apparently.
"She just borrowed the shower. If you're pissed, take it out on me—not Mia."
I packed my things and walked out without a word. But the moment I did, he grabbed me, desperate, clinging like a man who still thought he had a chance.
Little did he know, in two weeks—at the concert where he planned to propose—I'd be the one shattering his perfect little world.
But back to that night.
The second I slid my key into the lock, I knew something was off. The door wasn't even fully closed.
I pushed it open, my stomach twisting as I took in the scene: two pairs of shoes by the entryway—his and hers.
My gaze flicked to the dining table, where a bright yellow dress lay in a heap. And right on top? Those damn lace panties, pale as sin.
I stood there, frozen, until the bathroom faucet cut off.
The door creaked open.
And there she was—dripping wet, wrapped in my towel, her damp hair clinging to her face like some twisted portrait of innocence.
Our eyes locked.
Game on.