Finally Lost You in The Crowd

As he spoke, he leaned down to kiss me, but I turned my head to avoid it.

"I'm not feeling well today," I said.

He stopped, looking at me with a complex expression, before finally letting out a soft sigh.

That night, I curled up on the other side of the bed, one hand gently resting on my abdomen.

"Don't be afraid, baby. Mommy will protect you."

When I got up, Kenneth was already gone.

On the bedside table was a note.

[I have something urgent and left early. There’s breakfast in the fridge, remember to eat.]

But I knew that today, the woman named Yara whom he had mentioned was back in the country.

Suddenly, my phone buzzed with a friend request. It was Yara.

Instinctively, I felt that this "Yara" was the Yara of Kenneth.

Sure enough, after accepting her friend request, I saw her pinned post.

The date was four years ago, the same year Kenneth and I had started our relationship.

The caption read: "Kenneth will forever wait for me to return to the country and will forever love me."

I saw Kenneth's reply: Forever.

It had been a week since Kenneth had last returned and I had also received my IELTS exam results.

I could finally leave.

I opened my phone and booked a flight for three days later.

Before leaving the country, I made plans to have a meal with my best friend and told her about my decision to go abroad.

However, at the restaurant, I unexpectedly ran into Kenneth and Yara.

They were intimately wrapped in each other’s arms, clearly looking like a couple.

My friend knew about my relationship with Kenneth and immediately tried to rush over. I stopped her and she read the look in my eyes.

She finally understood why I had decided to go abroad so suddenly.

She hugged me sympathetically.

But then, Kenneth suddenly saw me. He froze for a moment.

Yara looked up, her eyes meeting mine with an expression full of smugness.

I noticed the necklace around her neck. I should have known this was the gift he had given her.

The atmosphere at the table grew colder and I could feel the tension in the air.

Yara didn't give me a chance to refuse, pulling me to sit down beside them.

"Come on, sit down, don’t be shy," she said, her voice sweet, but her eyes were sharp and cold.

The meal was awkward and tasteless. Kenneth finally spoke up, "Nyta is my most outstanding student."

Yara chuckled lightly, her tone dripping with sarcasm, "That's impressive."

Halfway through the meal, I excused myself to go to the bathroom and Yara followed me out.

She cornered me in the restroom and sneered, "I’m guessing you learned more than just English from him, didn’t you?"

I chose to ignore her, not dignifying her words with a response.

But she didn’t let it go. "No matter what you’ve learned, he only loves me." she said, her smile twisting into something cruel.