I Investigated My Ex for Billion-Dollar Tax Fraud

After the breakup, I cried for what felt like an eternity, but I forced myself to attend classes with my head held high. I stopped bringing Amias lunch or gifts, and whenever we crossed paths, I acted as though he were a mere stranger.

Two weeks went by, and I found myself volunteering at the university's basketball tournament. Amias's team clinched first place, and as I quietly handed them water, I prepared to leave. Unexpectedly, Amias called out to me. He maneuvered around to stand right in front of me and bent down, grinning as he said, "What now? Still mad? I joined this tournament when I heard you’d be volunteering."

He showed me his phone; all posts about Lana had been wiped clean from his social media. Handing me a key, he mentioned I could come and go at his place as I pleased. That day, he stayed with me to clean up the basketball court. He didn’t let me lift a finger, running around, organizing all the equipment himself.

I watched in a daze as sweat glistened on his forehead, reminiscent of when he helped me with my luggage at the start of the semester. Coming from a quaint little town to this bustling city, I've endured countless judgmental stares. Yet, Amias never criticized my lack of familiarity or the state of my belongings.

So, my heart softened, and I agreed to reconcile with him.

When I went back to his place, the first sight was a sea of takeout boxes and trash. Looking back now, it wasn't that Amias suddenly realized he loved me. Rather, he suddenly figured out that hiring someone to clean would cost him. That’s why he came back for me, a few beads of sweat enough to soften my heart.

That's why on the first day of our reconciliation, he took me back to his place, where I spent an entire day cleaning before it was barely livable.