No Second Chances for my Cheating BoyfriendChapter 1
After graduation, my boyfriend pursued a degree in counseling and was paired with a female teacher. Together, they managed students, conducted research, and even shared accommodations during work trips.
When I expressed my concerns, he dismissed them, insisting they were just colleagues and asking me not to "overthink things."
One day, I saw her tag him on Instagram with the popular caption: Meal partner: XXX. Shortly after, she sent me a private message, taunting me:
"How can you keep up with him without a job?"
A month after we broke up and blocked each other, news came that both of them had been dismissed from the college.
Meanwhile, I passed the talent introduction exam. On my first day at the court, my boss—who also happened to be my childhood sweetheart—smiled warmly at me and asked,
"Will you be my girlfriend?"
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James’ phone screen lit up for the fifth time in twenty minutes, casting a faint glow in the dim cinema. Seated beside him, I couldn’t help but notice how little attention he paid to the movie, his focus shifting constantly to the device in his hand.
Frustrated, I leaned over and whispered, "What's going on?"
"Nothing," he replied, slipping the phone back into his pocket.
But when it buzzed again—this time with a call—I had enough. My mood was ruined. Without a word, I grabbed my bag and left the theater.
As I walked out of the theater, James quickly caught up with me, a frown creasing his face.
"You were watching just fine. What happened to you?"
"Who called you?" I asked bluntly.
"Ella Hughes," he admitted, confirming exactly what I had guessed—his coworker.
"Why is she calling you on the weekend?"
"Maybe it’s something about work," he replied, his tone measured.
When I didn’t respond, his patience seemed to wane. With a sigh of exasperation, he said, "If you don’t believe me, I’ll call her back."
Before I could protest, he dialed her number, putting the call on speaker as if to prove his innocence.
"Mr. Carter, there’s an issue with a student’s internship file," Ella’s voice came through the phone, clipped and professional. "Could you come back to school now? It’s urgent.
"Of course, if it’s inconvenient, I can handle it alone. But, James, you know as well as I do—work is more important than anything else."
The call ended abruptly, leaving James staring at me, his expression unreadable.