Wife Or Mistress? The Shocking Truth About My Marriage - Chapter 135: Chapter 135

To change my mood, and following my roommate's suggestion, I started working part-time as a teacher at a local art studio.
It consumed my free time, preventing me from overthinking when I had nothing to do.
The sixteen and seventeen-year-olds in training weren't much younger than me, so they were pretty comfortable around me.
And their questions got increasingly personal.
"Miss Landau, do you have a boyfriend?"
"Miss Landau, why don't you have one when everyone else does?"
"Miss Landau, even if no one wants you, I still like you..."
I crouched down and tapped her drawing board.
"I dumped my boyfriend's ass, got it?" I said with mock seriousness.
She immediately let out a dramatic "Whoa!"
Color was my strength, so I applied for a position as a color teaching assistant.
But during lunch, I overheard some sketching instructors talking.
"Did you check out his demo?"
"His process is so clear and logical."
"He's really still in college? That's insane. Even we should be taking notes."
I suddenly had a bad feeling creep up my spine.
Sketching, college student, exceptional artist.
It was hard not to think of one person—the person I've been desperately trying to forget.
I had no afternoon classes, but I still found myself wandering into the classroom.
And there I saw a group of students gathered around watching someone demonstrate.
I've seen Kenton drawing too many times to count.
He was drawing and explaining, and not just students were watching—many teachers were gathered around too.
Why was he here?
With his skill level, why would he need to teach at a place like this?
My mood instantly became a jumbled mess. I turned and left the classroom, not wanting to stay.
Yes, I told Kenton we were breaking up.
We've already broken up.
I angrily dropped some ground coffee into my cup, leaning against the counter.
Until I heard the door open and close behind me.
"How long are you planning to avoid me?" his voice came from behind.
He closed the door as he entered, standing behind me.
His presence was intense, approaching step by step until he had me cornered between himself and the counter.
"Kenton, I thought I was clear. We broke up," I said, turning around but avoiding his eyes the moment I looked at him.
"But I miss you," he said, his voice low and hoarse as he leaned down to whisper in my ear.
I miss you.
In the past, I would have melted hearing him say those words.
He suddenly grabbed my wrist and kissed my shoulder.
I raised my voice, shaking him off violently. "...Kenton!"
He stepped back a few paces. His bangs were a bit long, casting shadows over his eyes.
"Don't touch me again. I'm not your girlfriend anymore."
I dodged his approaching steps, straightened my clothes, and walked toward the door with large strides.
As I passed him, he let out a soft laugh.
"Olivia, I didn't know what it meant to cherish something before."
"So you came to teach me, starting with loss, is that it?"