Wife Or Mistress? The Shocking Truth About My Marriage - Chapter 129: Chapter 129
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My boyfriend became an overnight internet sensation.
All because some random classmate posted a stealth video of him on TikTok that somehow caught fire and spread across every platform imaginable.
[OMG who IS this guy? He's straight-up GORGEOUS!]
[Which school does he go to? Is he single? PLEASE say he's single!]
[Holy shit, that's the hot guy from the Art Academy! I saw him during my summer intensive.]
[He's taken, ladies. Always seen with his girlfriend...]
By the time I made it to the studio to find Kenton Spencer, the video had already racked up over ten million views.
I found him slouched in his usual spot, his long legs propped up against the easel, frustratedly crumpling a sketch he'd just started.
He acted like I wasn't even there.
I darted in front of his easel and held up my phone.
"You're trending, you know."
His expression remained impassive. He didn't even glance at my phone, just stared directly at me.
We locked eyes for a second or two before the corner of his mouth twitched upward.
"Move," he said flatly.
Oh, I was blocking his view of the still life.
I rolled my eyes, dragged over a small stool, and plopped down beside him, kicking his ankle in mild protest.
"Am I even your girlfriend anymore or what?"
He didn't respond, his charcoal-gripping fingers showing off those perfect knuckles I secretly loved.
The aggressive way he was attacking the paper showed he was more bothered than he let on.
"Fine, I'm leaving," I announced.
Still nothing from him.
I raised my eyebrows, smoothed down my skirt, and hoisted my bag back onto my shoulder. Just as I was about to step away—
His hand shot out and grabbed my wrist.
He tossed the charcoal into the easel tray and finally looked up at me properly.
"Everyone's being ridiculous. Why are you joining their circus?" he asked.
I wasn't being ridiculous. I was just... unsettled.
This morning, I'd spotted several students from other schools who had literally come just to catch a glimpse of him.
Sure, he was already popular on campus, but going viral? That gave me, his girlfriend, a certain kind of anxiety I wasn't used to.
"Kenton, are you going to trade me in for a newer model now that you're famous?" The words tumbled out before I could stop them.
His eyes darkened noticeably as he looked at me like I was the most absurd creature he'd ever encountered.
"No," he said simply. Then he added, pressing his index and middle fingers against my forehead, "If anyone's going to be tempted by other options, it's you. Got it?"
All because some random classmate posted a stealth video of him on TikTok that somehow caught fire and spread across every platform imaginable.
[OMG who IS this guy? He's straight-up GORGEOUS!]
[Which school does he go to? Is he single? PLEASE say he's single!]
[Holy shit, that's the hot guy from the Art Academy! I saw him during my summer intensive.]
[He's taken, ladies. Always seen with his girlfriend...]
By the time I made it to the studio to find Kenton Spencer, the video had already racked up over ten million views.
I found him slouched in his usual spot, his long legs propped up against the easel, frustratedly crumpling a sketch he'd just started.
He acted like I wasn't even there.
I darted in front of his easel and held up my phone.
"You're trending, you know."
His expression remained impassive. He didn't even glance at my phone, just stared directly at me.
We locked eyes for a second or two before the corner of his mouth twitched upward.
"Move," he said flatly.
Oh, I was blocking his view of the still life.
I rolled my eyes, dragged over a small stool, and plopped down beside him, kicking his ankle in mild protest.
"Am I even your girlfriend anymore or what?"
He didn't respond, his charcoal-gripping fingers showing off those perfect knuckles I secretly loved.
The aggressive way he was attacking the paper showed he was more bothered than he let on.
"Fine, I'm leaving," I announced.
Still nothing from him.
I raised my eyebrows, smoothed down my skirt, and hoisted my bag back onto my shoulder. Just as I was about to step away—
His hand shot out and grabbed my wrist.
He tossed the charcoal into the easel tray and finally looked up at me properly.
"Everyone's being ridiculous. Why are you joining their circus?" he asked.
I wasn't being ridiculous. I was just... unsettled.
This morning, I'd spotted several students from other schools who had literally come just to catch a glimpse of him.
Sure, he was already popular on campus, but going viral? That gave me, his girlfriend, a certain kind of anxiety I wasn't used to.
"Kenton, are you going to trade me in for a newer model now that you're famous?" The words tumbled out before I could stop them.
His eyes darkened noticeably as he looked at me like I was the most absurd creature he'd ever encountered.
"No," he said simply. Then he added, pressing his index and middle fingers against my forehead, "If anyone's going to be tempted by other options, it's you. Got it?"
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