A Teacher's Love Story

Prologue

"I cheated on you."

She had to tell him. 

It was eating her raw, itching at her skin, tearing her heart apart that soon enough, those words simply exploded. Instantly, she looked away, afraid of meeting his gaze. They had been together, on and off, for about four years. He was a business owner, owned several different night clubs that she despised, and he always had gorgeous females showing themselves in his face. Pressing their boobs against him, sending him winks or lingering their fingers along his chest. She tried to get comfortable with it, but whenever she mentioned that she didn't like it, he dismissed her in the calmest way possible, as if none of it even mattered.

"Stop worrying about it."

"If any of them mattered, I wouldn't have chosen you."

"You're insecure."

Enough was enough, and there was no excuse to cheating. That's why she had to tell him. As much spite and jealousy she felt against him, it was not fair to him. 

She heard his snort, and when she raised his eyes, she frowned, observing his smile. He had a cigar at the end of his lip, his gelled black strands neatly emplaced and not a single detail disheveled. Then, he began chuckling, and after a few seconds, burst into series of laughter. He even pulled the cigar from his mouth and leaned over, his stomach tightening uncontrollably.

"What's so funny?" she murmured, tightening her fists beside her. "What's so funny?!"

"Nothing," his laughter eased, wiping his eyes from the tears that had started leaking from the joy, "I just always knew you weren't shit." She stayed silent, seeing the way he leaned backwards in his seat and after setting his cigar back on the edge of his lips, placed his palms on the back of his head. "Honestly, that's just embarrassing on your end."

"I knew it, you never loved me."

He shrugged his shoulders, "You're right, I never did."

She thought he would at least show rage, fury that she had broken his trust. Scream at her, burst into flames and preach about how much it had broken him. 

Instead, he rolled his eyes, "Well then, is that all?"

"Liam, that's it? That's all I ever meant to you?"

"Oh," he grinned, raising an eyebrow, "the victimization is cute. Considering that you cheated and I didn't, darling."

"At least say something, act like you cared." She felt her throat begin to clump from the tears, "Why aren't you hurt?"

"I'm not sure," and that was all he said.

She shook her head, "This doesn't make any sense."

"What's doesn't?"

"This...you..." she was trembling, her shoulders quivering and the tears threatening their release, "...please, just give me something to believe that our relationship actually mattered to you—"

"Oh, it did, Emma." He stood to his feet, blowing the fumes from the cigar, "It mattered to me, you just couldn't see that. But now," she inhaled a sharp breath, thinking he would touch her as he leaned forward towards her. It was only a few seconds later, that she realized he reached behind her and opened the door, "you don't matter at all. No hard feelings though, I wish you all the success in your romantic endeavours."

"But—"

"Yes please," he looked over her shoulder, "escort her out." He then turned around and headed back to his seat.

Emma felt hands begin to grip her frail arms, pulling her out of the office, "Liam, wait—"

He faced her, waving with a smirk as she was dragged by the security guards.

Then he said, "Get the f**k out of my building."