Never Want to See You Again, Husband

"Professor, there's no need. Please just submit a request to erase all of my records." I calmly replied.

There was a pause on the other end of the line before my mentor's startled voice came through.

"Erase your records? Arissa, do you realize what that means? It will be as if you never existed. The world will no longer know a person named Arissa. And what about Logan? If he can't find you, what then? I thought your marriage was solid."

A bitter smile tugged at my lips. "He cheated on me."

The phone fell silent for a long moment before a quiet sigh reached my ears.

"When you called yesterday, I suspected something had gone wrong between you two. I just didn't expect this..."

Another pause, then his voice steadied. "Alright. I'll take care of it. Use the next three days to settle your affairs."

Relief loosened my chest. Once my records were erased, I wouldn't even need to waste time on a divorce.

"Thank you, Professor."

The words had barely left my mouth when a familiar voice sounded behind me.

"Who cheated?"

I turned, meeting Logan's slightly panicked gaze. My expression didn't waver as I answered calmly, "My professor's other student's husband."

He studied my face closely. When he found no hint of suspicion, his shoulders relaxed.

Sliding an arm around my waist, he pressed a kiss against the crown of my head.

"Baby, don't worry. That kind of thing would never happen to me."

His eyes shone with such sincerity that I almost laughed. Instead, I asked softly, "And if you did?"

Without hesitation, he shook his head. "Impossible. I only love you."

"I mean if."

He thought for a moment, then brushed his cheek against mine, murmuring, "Then punish me by disappearing forever. Because, baby, you are my life. If I lost you, I wouldn't survive either."

I smiled faintly, saying nothing.

'Logan, your punishment is already on its way. In three days, I will vanish from your world completely.'

Before he could speak again, a female voice interrupted.

"Mr. Miranda, everything is ready."

Angela stood before us in a form-fitting pencil skirt. Her tone was professional and detached. She looked nothing like the woman whose flushed face had been pressed against his office window just yesterday.

Expressionless, Logan dismissed her with a wave. She left swiftly.

Watching their little performance, I could only feel bitter amusement.

Such perfect acting—both of them.

If I hadn't witnessed their entanglement with my own eyes, I might still be fooled.

Then his large hand gently covered my eyes. His voice lowered to a tender whisper in my ear.

"Baby, I have a surprise for you."

"Five... four... three..."

At the last count, he lifted his hand.

The night sky exploded with fireworks, blossoms of crimson roses blooming one after another until they formed the number 10, suspended against the darkness.

He drew me closer, his tone heavy with sentiment.

"Ten years, baby. We've been together for ten years. Time flies so quickly."

I tilted my head back, staring at the glowing number, a strange daze washing over me.

Yes... ten years.

From nineteen to twenty-nine—enough time to turn a boy who once loved me wholeheartedly into a stranger.

Enough time to reduce a once-true love into nothing but lies.

Logan turned, his gaze burning as he leaned down to kiss me. I was just about to turn away when the chime of his phone cut through the moment.

Annoyance darkened his features.

"I gave strict orders that no one must disturb me today. Let's see who dares to defy me."