When Love Comes Again, My Choice Shocks Everyone!

After I pointed it out, Lillian seemed a bit hesitant. Just then, their homeroom teacher finally arrived after class.

After exchanging greetings with us, he said, "I've asked other students. Lillian's eraser was borrowed by her good friend and she forgot to inform her. The eraser they were fighting over indeed belonged to Alex."

Without me urging her, Lillian bit her lip and took the initiative to bow ninety degrees to Alex, apologizing, "I'm sorry, Alex. I misunderstood you."

Alex wiped away his tears and smiled, "It's okay."

With peace restored, the homeroom teacher was naturally pleased.

Once out of the office, the two kids reconciled and happily returned to class together.

I asked David to tell me her bank account, and I would compensate him for the stationery box.

Sliding my phone, I asked him, "Is fifty dollars enough?"

David, hands in his pockets, raised his head slightly and said, "Are you giving alms? Three thousand eight hundred and eighty-eight."

I widened my eyes in disbelief. "Is Alex's stationery box made of gold?"

David glanced at me with a look that said, "You know nothing," and continued, "That's an imported stationery box I just bought for him. Remove me from your WhatsApp blacklist, and I'll show you the purchase record."

Not wanting to argue further, I gritted my teeth, saying, "No need. Hurry up and give me your account number so I can transfer the money to you."

He remained still, insisting, "My phone is dead. I can't recite it. Remove me from the blacklist and I'll send it to you later."

"Fine, if it's really dead. I'll transfer the money to their homeroom teacher and tell him to pass it on to you."

With that, I walked away, not bothering to look back at him.

David caught up with me, matching my pace. "Ashley, is it fun making things so complicated?"

"Shouldn't I be asking you that? What are you implying? We're both married now, and does your wife have no issues with our becoming friends on WhatsApp again?"

Before he could respond, I continued, "My husband would have an issue even if your wife doesn't. So, let's just pretend we've never met today. My husband can get jealous..."

David looked at me with a complex expression; ultimately, he said nothing more.

To wrap things up for Lillian, I used the excuse of grabbing a meal and went to my sister Rebecca Amore's house in the evening.

Her husband, Logan Amore, went to pick up Lillian from school while Rebecca was busy cooking in the kitchen.

Glancing at her phone on the table, I said, "Rebecca, my phone is dead. Mind if I use yours?"

She was chopping vegetables and simply replied, "Sure."

I quickly took her phone to the guest room and locked the door.

After transferring the compensation for the stationery box to Rebecca's account, I then transferred it to Lillian's teacher.

To my surprise, the teacher promptly refunded the money.

He said: [Alex's dad said there's no need to compensate, as Alex accidentally broke the stationery box.]

[By the way, Alex's dad wanted me to tell you not to worry about kids playing around. It's all normal.]

I had to accept the situation and swiftly erased any traces from Rebecca's phone.

After returning Rebecca's phone to its place, I impulsively checked my WhatsApp blacklist.

There was only one person there.

I thought, "After all these years, he still has the same profile picture, a silhouette I took of him against the setting sun.

He took a similar one of me, and it became our couple's profile picture for a while.

I wonder if it's his generosity or his wife's that keeps it there."