Wife Or Mistress? The Shocking Truth About My Marriage - Chapter 134: Chapter 134

Turns out, cutting someone completely out of your life is harder than I thought.
I deleted him from all my social media, blocked his number.
I told all my friends we broke up and threw away everything related to him.
While organizing my art supplies, I suddenly found a stack of drawings.
They were all of me—portraits, half-body and full-body poses, sketches, and color portraits.
Back during our intensive training, I was always his model during private practice sessions.
I first met him during that training period.
Art student boot camp is brutal, but for me, it wasn't just the daily grind of endless sketching.
Because I was quiet, a small clique led by one girl decided to make me their target.
Their bullying came out of nowhere—I never understood why they chose me.
They'd pour dirty water into my paints and sprinkle charcoal shavings on my seat.
They would loudly critique my appearance and randomly ship me with another quiet boy in class.
Back then, I'd skip lunch and hide in the classroom, drawing and crying alone.
That's when I first met Kenton.
He wore a white shirt, with sunlight pouring over him.
Tree shadows danced across his figure.
I don't know why Kenton came to our classroom when his class was so far from ours.
My face was smudged with charcoal, I was a mess, and tears streaked my cheeks.
Silently, he unwrapped a pack of tissues and held them out to me.
I felt even more embarrassed.
"This area here, the cheekbone should be raised higher," he suddenly said, his slender finger pointing at my drawing. Most guys during training looked like they hadn't showered in days, but even his fingernails were clean and neat.
That day, I didn't understand why he randomly came to our classroom or why he gave me drawing advice.
But after that encounter, we became acquainted.
He would greet me when we passed each other.
At that age, I guess my heart was just starting to figure itself out.
No girl would dislike a clean-cut boy who smiles at her.
But my little crush didn't remain hidden for long. When the group that bullied me found out I was close to Kenton, they began to mock me mercilessly.
They dragged me in front of Kenton without warning, hoping to embarrass me.
They even forged love letters to him, imitating my handwriting.
Kenton was truly gentle back then.
He was considerate of my sensitive nature, always telling me not to take those people's words to heart, that improving myself and getting into a good college was what mattered most.
Later, I became Kenton's private practice model.
He drew me many times, always making me look beautiful.
During those days, when I was criticized by teachers during the day and isolated by others at night, Kenton was like the only light in my otherwise dark world.
That's probably why I became so attached to him.
I always lacked the courage to face darkness again, though it's possible that my light... he hasn't been my light for a long time.