He Broke Our Wedding for His Student ,Now He's Begging Me Back

Later, I learned that Benjamin had been targeted and harassed by those rich kids because of what he'd done.

I found him with tears brimming in my eyes and apologized. He just smiled, patted my head, and said, "Don't worry about it. I just can't stand to see you cry."

The man who once panicked at the mere sight of tears in my eyes could now ignore my pain entirely for another girl's sake.

When exactly had Elise Simmons wedged herself between us?

Maybe it started the day she became Benjamin's graduate student. He talked about her constantly, saying she reminded him of his younger self. But the look in his eyes was nothing like nostalgia. It was pure adoration.

Or maybe it was the time she called him crying, saying a group of male students had cornered her with unwanted confessions. Benjamin, always so calm and rational, had charged in like a hotheaded teenager and thrown punches.

When I went to bail him out, I looked at his split, bruised lip and felt something bitter settle in my chest for the first time.

He explained it away: "Maud, when I heard what happened to her, it reminded me of how you used to get bullied. I just lost it."

But the thing was, when I'd been in that exact situation, all he'd done was quietly walk me away.

...

When I woke up, I was already in the hospital.

The doctor told me with a worried expression that it was a good thing I'd been brought in quickly. I'd hit the back of my head in the fall, and there was bleeding in my brain. A little longer, and I might not have woken up at all.

I thanked him softly, had my wounds treated, and left.

The moment I reached the lobby of my apartment building, a group of men followed me in. Leering. Closing in.

"You're that bitch from the internet, aren't you?"

"You look decent enough on the outside, but turns out you're rotten to the core. Hiring thugs to bully some college girl? You like men that much? Well, today we'll give you a taste of what that's like!"

They lunged at me with ugly grins, tearing at my clothes.

I screamed and stumbled backward, but they were faster. My shirt ripped. Their fingers twisted into my skin, leaving bruises wherever they grabbed.

It wasn't until the building's security guard rushed over and called the police that they finally scattered like rats.

I collapsed to my knees, shaking uncontrollably.

The security guard stood over me, looking down with undisguised contempt.

"You brought this on yourself. Who told you to be so vicious, going after an innocent girl like that?"

My head snapped up. My voice trembled. "What did you just say?"

He scoffed and walked away.

My skull felt like it split open. I fumbled for my phone and started scrolling.

There it was. A public statement Benjamin had posted.

"I'm sorry to take up everyone's time, but I need to set the record straight. The accusations about me bullying a female student were a misunderstanding. My ex-girlfriend, Maud Fox, hired thugs to harass my student out of jealousy, nearly forcing her into a marriage with that animal."

"I took the blame to protect Maud because I felt sorry for her. But she showed no remorse and only escalated her behavior, so I've decided to reveal the truth."

"I will also take responsibility for my student. I intend to marry her and take care of her for the rest of her life."

Elise had commented underneath:

"With you by my side, I'm not afraid of anything."

Blood rushed to my head. My whole body felt like it had been hit by a freight train.

Below that post, the comments were split between congratulations for the happy couple and a torrent of abuse aimed at me. My photos had been edited into obscene, degrading images. People were calling for someone to doxx me, to find my address and "teach me a lesson."

My phone was flooded with messages. Filthy, vile curses, one after another.

I kept trying to explain. I hadn't done any of it. Benjamin was lying.