You chose her, I chose to leave

I should be happy today.

I had just received an award as the best lecturer on campus. Everyone greeted me, congratulated me, and even gave me small gifts as a token of appreciation. But there was one thing that stuck in my heartMalik didn't come.

I stare at the large bouquet on the table. A small card was tucked among the red roses.

["Congratulations, honey. I'm proud of you."]

That's all.

I let out a long breath. Flowers and text messages? I want more than that. I wanted him to be here, to see me standing on stage, smiling proudly at me. But all I got was a few words on a card.

I took my cell phone out of my bag and dialed the number.

The dial tone sounded several times before finally connecting.

"Hello, darling," Malik said softly on the other end.

"Can't you come for a while? It's an important day for me," I asked, trying to hold back the disappointment that was starting to creep up.

Malik was silent for a moment before replying, "Sorry, Ruby. I'm still busy. I haven't finished my business."

Just as I was about to speak again, there was a faint sound of female laughter in the background. I frowned. That voice sounded familiar.

Bella?

I swallowed. "Who are you with?"

"Oh, this is Bella," he replied lightly. "She just stopped by for a while."

My heart was beating uncomfortably.

Bella was not only our old schoolmate but also Malik's new secretary—the girl who had once liked Malik.

I tried to brush off the bad thoughts that were starting to intrude, but the bad feeling was hard to ignore.

The event was over, and I went home with a heavy heart.

But instead of finding peace, I had to deal with my mother's ramblings.

"Ruby, it's time for you to think more seriously about the future," Mom said as she handed me a cup of hot tea.

I just stared at her without interest. "What does that mean?"

"Malik is not the right person for you," she said, matteroffactly.

I sighed. "Mom, we've discussed this many times."

"But you're still stubborn." Mom took a sip of her tea, then continued, "Alexander is much better off. He's successful, wellestablished, and now owns the apartment where you'll be living in Norway."

I snorted softly. Alexander Mahendramy childhood friend who I'd been set up with. I had rejected the arranged marriage years ago, but my mother still hadn't given up.

"Mom, I'm not interested in Alexander," I insisted.

Mom shook her head. "You're just caught up in the illusion of love with Malik."

I chose to remain silent. It was useless to argue with my mother.

That night, I went to Malik's apartment. I needed to talk to him. Needed to make sure that everything was okay between us.

But as soon as I opened the apartment door, the world seemed to stop spinning.

Malik was there. With Bella.

They sat on the sofa, so close. Too close. Their gazes were full of warmth, and Malik's hands were wrapped around Bella's waist.

I choked up.

Malik turned his head and smiled. "Ruby, are you home yet?"

I didn't answer right away. My breathing was heavy.

Bella looked at me with an awkward expression, but she didn't move.

"I thought you were still busy out of town," my voice almost trembled.

Malik scratched the back of his neck. "I left earlier. Bella happened to have some business around here, so I invited her to stop by."

I looked at her sharply.

So, can Bella stay the night?" he asked suddenly.

I held my breath. "What?"

"It's late, and he's too tired to go home," she said casually, as if it was normal.

I know I can resist. I know I should be angry. But for some reason, I was tonguetied.

In the end, I just nodded. "As you wish."

I went to the kitchen.

I needed time to think, to calm down. But instead of feeling better, my mind became more chaotic.

I turned on the stove, trying to focus on the dishes I was preparing for Malik. At least, I could do something that made me feel useful.

But as soon as I returned to the living room, Malik was gone.

I frowned.

I searched the entire apartment, until finally my steps stopped in front of Malik's bedroom door.

And right then and there, my chest seemed to be crushed.

From behind the slightly open door, I saw her.

Malik and Bella.

They kissed each other passionately.

Malik stared intensely at Bella, his hands wrapped tightly around her waist, pulling her closer. Bella threaded her fingers through Malik's hair, returning his kiss with passion.

I feel like the world is spinning.

My body was stiff, wanting to move but couldn't. I wanted to scream but the sound was stuck in my throat.

Slowly, I retreated. Moving away from the sight that broke my heart.

I went back to the kitchen, trying to compose myself, even though my tears fell without me being able to hold them back.

Moments later, the sound of the bedroom door opening.

I wiped away the tears quickly.

Footsteps could be heard approaching.

I turned around, and there was Bella standing, tidying up her messy clothes.

I looked at him sharply.

Bella gasped in surprise when she saw me.

I folded my arms across my chest. "Why did you come out of Malik's room?" I asked, my voice cold.

Bella looked confused, but I could see the guilt in her eyes.

Bella swallowed. "I... I just"

"Just what, Bella?" I cut in quickly.

I sat on the living room sofa, staring at my phone screen with a bad feeling. Bella had just come out of Malik's room, her face looking a little panicked when she saw me.

"Where are you from?" I asked, trying to sound casual.

Bella smiled slightly. "I just borrowed a blanket from Malik. I'm not feeling well," she replied lightly.

Followed by Malik coming out of the room."Honey, where's the food you made earlier?" he asked, as if he hadn't done anything wrong.

"I have it on the table. Take it!" I replied briefly before hurrying off to my room. I was fed up with their game.

The next morning, after Bella came home, Malik suddenly invited me to the inauguration of his new office tonight.

"Stay with me, okay?" he said as he straightened his tie.

I smiled a little. "Yeah, after I get home from college, I'll come straight after."

He nodded, then pecked my forehead before leaving.

I still believe that everything is fine.

Later that evening, I arrived home after teaching at the college, but Malik was nowhere to be found.

My phone vibrated.

["I already went with Bella. Couldn't wait for you."]

I stared at the message for a long time. My little heart told me this wasn't trivial, but I tried to think positively.

Without thinking, I quickly got ready and went alone to the inauguration ceremony.

Once at the event, I started looking for Malik among the crowd of guests.

But my steps stopped when I heard a familiar voice.

I turned around and saw Malik, Bella, and some of her friends talking and laughing.

"So, Malik told Ruby he had a business trip?" One of their friends laughed sarcastically.

Bella smiled triumphantly. "Oh my gosh, just trust him. In fact, this is our first anniversary. I didn't expect to be able to celebrate it calmly."

My heart sank. A year?

So they've been together that long?

I looked at Malik, hoping he would deny it.

But he was just silent. He didn’t say anything.

"And Ruby didn't even realize it either, poor thing," Bella's friend added with a laugh.

My chest felt tight. I couldn't hear any more. I backed away slowly, away from them before my tears fell on this place.

I walked aimlessly, my mind in turmoil.

Suddenly, a waiter came from the opposite direction, carrying a tray of hot soup. I didn't see her because my mind was still drifting.

"Miss, watch out!" the waiter shouted.

I gasped, but before I could react, someone pulled my arm hard.

I lost my balance, my body was pushed back, and my head hit the corner of the table.

"Akh!" I winced in pain.

Meanwhile, Bella, who had pulled me earlier, had spilled hot soup.

"Ouch!" Bella cried out, her face tightening with pain.

Within seconds, Malik was already running towards us.

"Bella! Are you okay?" He immediately grasped Bella's hand in a panic.

I waited for him to turn to me.I was also injured; my blood was rushing out of my forehead, and my head was still throbbing. But not a single care was taken for me.

"Oh my God, what's wrong with your hand?" Malik was busy blowing on Bella's hand. "I'll take you to the hospital."

I sat quietly, staring at the two of them. .

That night, I went home without saying anything. I had seen enough of everything. Tomorrow, I would leave. I will leave all this behind. And I won't look back anymore.

The next morning, I stood in front of the immigration office, clutching the documents I had prepared since last night. My breathing was heavy, but I didn't hesitate. This had to be done.

I submitted my passport renewal and identity change forms. My hands trembled slightly as I wrote down my new name. It's no longer the same Ruby—I wanted to leave everything that hurt behind.

When everything was done, I stared at my new name on the document. This was a new beginning. No more Malik, no more hurt. I had to leave and start my own life.

It's been two days since Malik came home. He was busy taking care of Bella at the hospital. I tried to understand at first, but it started to feel awkward. When he finally returned, I had hoped he would sit down and explain everything. But as it turned out, he only came to get Bella's clothes.

I leaned back, looking at him sharply. "You have no intention of sitting down and talking to me, do you?"

Malik sighed, as if I was the one making things complicated. "Ruby, I have a lot to do. Bella still needs me there."

I chuckled, but it was bitter. "Yes, I know. You were always there for her."

He was silent. I knew he wanted to say something but chose not to speak in the end.

"I'm tired, Malik." I swallowed, trying to contain my emotions. "I don't want to be the one who just waits for you to come home, who takes care of this apartment like a maid. I want us to end this."

He immediately shook his head. "No, Ruby. We can't just end this. I promise, I won't be like this again."

I wanted to believe it, but reality said otherwise.

One week passed...

Malik grew distant. He only came to pick up clothes, without ever really staying. I stopped caring. I occupied myself with work, taking on more clients, more projects.

As a wedding dress designer, I knew every detail of the perfect dress. I poured all my energy into work, trying to forget this heartbreak. I didn't even have time to think about Malik anymore.

But apparently, my indifference made him suspicious.

I just read his message without replying. What did he expect? Me to stay faithful while he was busy with another woman?

And that day came. I received an invitation from one of my VIP clients who wanted me to attend her wedding as a token of appreciation for the dress I had designed.

I came confidently, feeling proud of my work. I was even curious to see who the bride was—the woman wearing my creation on her special day.

But once I saw who was standing on the stage, wearing a wedding dress I designed, the world seemed to stop.

Bella.

I looked at her with widened eyes. Then, Malik was beside her.

I designed Bella's wedding dress. I spent days making it perfect—without knowing that it would be worn by the woman who stole the man I once thought was mine.

I stood among the guests, my body tense. Everyone was clapping, praising how beautiful the couple was. But I could only stare blankly.

I held my breath.

At that moment, I realized... I had really been replaced.

I stepped back, wanting to get out of here. But in a careless move, I bumped into an assistant carrying a tray of food.

The sound of breaking dishes clinking echoed throughout the room. Everyone turned around, surprised to see food scattered on the floor.

I froze.

Bella looked at me in shock. Malik—for the first time since this event started—was genuinely surprised to see me.

I didn't care. Without saying anything, I turned around and walked out quickly.

"Ruby!" Malik's voice called out to me, but I didn't stop.

I heard his steps chasing me. I knew he would try to stop me. But this time, I wouldn't let him do it.

I walked quickly out of the building, my breath catching, but the sound of heavy steps behind me let me know that Malik was after me.

"Ruby, wait!" he called out.

I didn’t stop, but he had already grabbed my hand, stopping me in my tracks. His eyes were sharp on me, but I didn’t care.

"I can explain," he said.

I let out a short laugh. "Oh? What exactly are you trying to explain? That you just got engaged to Bella in front of everyone? Or about how you kissed her passionately right before my eyes?"

Malik sighed, his face tense. "It’s not what you think. Bella’s mom is sick, she needs a kidney transplant, and—"

I scoffed. "Don’t use that excuse, Malik. I know you two have been together for a long time. So please, don’t pretend."

He rubbed his face in frustration. "I’m not pretending, Ruby. I—"

I raised my hand, stopping him. "I don’t want to hear it."

With the last bit of strength I had, I swallowed the pain in my heart and braced myself. I would not cry in front of him. Not now.

"Alright," I said, trying to sound more determined. "I’ll stay professional until this event is over."

Malik was silent, speechless as I stepped back into the room.

The engagement party was still going on, and Bella, with her sweet, fake smile, suddenly approached me.

"Ruby, I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you," she said in a soft voice.

I rolled my eyes inwardly. Her acting was truly impressive.

"But since you’re already here, how about a photo of the three of us?" she continued, then turned to Malik. "Honey, come here."

My hands clenched at my sides.

Bella grabbed Malik, pulling him next to me, then handed her phone to one of the guests.

"Take a few photos, please. I want a memento with Ruby too."

Small giggles could be heard all around.

"Malik must be embarrassed to have a girlfriend like Ruby."

"Obviously, he prefers Bella."

I swallowed, but I stood there anyway. Malik said nothing. He didn’t defend me. He did nothing but stand beside Bella.

It wasn’t long before things got worse.

Malik’s parents arrived, and I realized something they had no idea who I was. Malik had never introduced me to his family.

On the contrary, they were very close to Bella’s family, talking warmly as if they had already become one big family.

Mrs. Malik smiled at me. "You’re a photographer, right? Please take a picture of our family with Bella’s family."

My chest felt tight, but I picked up my camera and took their photos anyway.

As I looked at them through the lens, I realized one thing.

I wasn’t one of them. I was just an outsider.

As the cheers of the guests grew louder, someone from the crowd shouted:

"Kiss Bella, Malik!"

I looked over, seeing some of Malik and Bella’s friends from their trip to Newcastle screaming with excitement.

Bella pretended to blush. "Don’t be like that, guys. Our parents are here."

But Malik, without the slightest hesitation, pulled Bella closer and said in a low voice, "Why not, baby?"

And in front of everyone, he kissed her.

In. Full. View.

I could feel the world around me collapsing.

All the guests cheered, clapped, toasted the "perfect" couple.

I stared at the long table full of food and drinks in front of me.

Without thinking, I grabbed the center of the tablecloth and pulled it hard.

Plates, glasses, and food crashed to the floor, shattering into pieces. All eyes were on me.

I picked up one of the wine glasses, raised it high, and smiled sarcastically.

"Congratulations to the two most shameless people I’ve ever known," I said, then gulped down the contents in one go.

After that, without looking back, I walked out.

I had just gotten home when the door slammed open. Malik stood in the doorway, his face flushed with anger.

"What the hell, Ruby?" he snapped. "Do you realize you embarrassed me in front of everyone?"

I looked at him coldly. "But you kissed Bella in front of everyone. That didn’t embarrass me?"

Malik exhaled harshly, frustrated. "It was just an act, Ruby! Our families are close, their businesses are connected. I had to—"

I cut him off with a cold laugh. "Oh, an act, huh?"

I folded my arms across my chest. "Then explain one thing to me."

Malik clenched his jaw. "What?"

I looked him straight in the eyes. "Why did you lie about the trip to Newcastle?"

Malik’s face immediately tightened.

I nodded slowly. "It wasn’t a business trip, was it? It was a vacation. A vacation to celebrate your anniversary!"

I looked at Malik, who was standing in front of the apartment door with a face full of lies. I already knew everything. About Newcastle.

"Why?" My voice trembled, holding back the emotions I had been trying to suppress.

Malik sighed, a frustrated look on his face. "Ruby, it's not what you think."

I laughed sarcastically. "Oh yeah? I don't care about Newcastle, I don't care about you meeting Bella. I just want to know, why did you lie?"

He rubbed his face, his expression turning annoyed. "So, this is the case? Okay, I apologize. I should have told you from the beginning. But I didn't want you to get jealous, so I didn't tell you."

I sneered. "Jealous?" I leaned closer, looking him in the eye. "If I was jealous, would you stop seeing Bella? No, right?"

Malik averted his eyes, not answering. I laughed bitterly. "I guess we better break up."

His eyes widened. "Ruby, don't!" He grabbed my hand, his grip tight. "I can't live without you! I know I'm wrong, but I promise, you're my priority now."

Empty promises. Just like before.

But this time, I just smiled a little. "Alright, Malik."

I saw the relief in his eyes. He hugged me tightly, thinking that all was well again.

In fact, I was just pretending.

The following days, I stayed in the apartment. As usual, Malik came home less and less. I didn't ask. Didn't care anymore. I just waited for the right time.

However, one night, he came home drunk.

"Ruby..." his voice was heavy, hisbreath smelling of alcohol. He limped over to me, who was sitting on the sofa.

I sighed softly. "You're drunk, Malik. Go to sleep."

He shook his head, instead sitting beside me, his fingers touching my face. "You're so beautiful..." he whispered, then leaned in and kissed me.

I brushed him off. "Malik, don't."

But he didn't listen. His hand tightened on my arm, then suddenly he carried me to the bed.

"Malik, stop!" I tried to resist, but he was stronger. He kissed me again, this time lustfully.

However, he suddenly fell silent. I saw his face change, his eyes seemed empty.

"Bella..." he murmured.

I froze.

"Bella..." herepeated, more clearly this time.

My blood was boiling. I immediately broke away and slapped him hard.

Malik gasped, then looked at me with angry eyes. "Why did you slap me?" he snapped.

I didn't answer. I got up, grabbed my bag, and ran out of the apartment.

I didn't care anymore. Didn't care about Malik. Didn't care about anything we had before.

The next morning, I stopped by a café to grab a coffee before heading to work. However, my steps stopped when I heard a very familiar voice.

I looked over. Malik was sitting with his friends in the corner of the café.

"Ruby must still be expecting you," a man's voice sounded dismissive.

Malik laughed. "Let it go. She'll be back to her usual self."

"Do you still want to be with her?" his friend asked dismissively.

"Enjoying? Yes. But loving? No," Malik replied lightly. "I just need someone I can do things for. Come home and there's always someone waiting, cooking food, cleaning the apartment. Like a loyal dog."

Without thinking, I turned toward the door. However, just as I exited the café, someone confronted me.

Bella.

She smiled sweetly, but I could see the arrogance in her eyes.

"We need to talk, Ruby."

I folded my arms, looking at her sharply. "There's nothing to talk about."

Bella chuckled. "I just want you to know that I love Malik."

"And I want you to give up." Her eyes looked at me triumphantly. "After all, we're getting married in a week."

I froze.

"So... that whole thing about your mom being sick was a lie too?" I asked quietly.

Bella smiled. "Yes, Malik does love me."

My hands clenched into fists. Without thinking, I slapped her.

Bella was silent, holding her flushed cheek.

Without another word, I turned around and left.

That day, I went home to my mom's house.

I left everything behind. Malik, Bella, and all the memories that once existed.

I sat in the room, staring blankly at the window. The sky was getting dark, but I stayed here, silent. Everything that happened today felt so absurd.

Malik and Bella are getting married.

I chuckled, but it felt more like my breath was caught in my throat. All the effort, all the tears, all the hurtin the end, I was just a fool who let myself continue to be toyed with.

Mom came into the room with a glass of hot tea. "Didn't you eat, Ruby?" she asked gently.

I shook my head. "Not hungry, mom."

Mom sighed softly, then sat down beside me. "I won't force you to tell me, but don't torture yourself like this. Malik is not the only person in this world."

I bit my lip. "I'm not hurt because of him, mom. I'm hurt because I let this happen myself."

Mom stroked my hair lovingly. "You're not stupid, Ruby. You just trusted the wrong person."

I closed my eyes, trying to swallow the emotions raging in my chest. "I have to get up, right?"

Mom gave a small smile. "You have to."

I took a deep breath. Yes, I have to get up. I won't let myself fall deeper just because of someone like Malik.

The next morning, I was determined to get back to living my life as usual. I woke up early, took a shower, and prepared for work.

When I arrived at the office, I was immediately immersed in my work. I didn't want to give my mind a chance to think back to Malik and Bella.

However, at lunchtime, someone suddenly stood in front of my desk.

"Ruby."

I lifted my face and immediately felt my heart skip a beat.

Malik.

The man stood there with a face that looked a little tired. His eyes looked at me with an expression that I couldn't read.

I sighed, trying to remain calm. "What are you doing here?"

"I want to talk," she said quietly.

I chuckled, though it was bitter. "Talk? After what I heard yesterday?"

Malik was silent. His eyes softened a little, but I didn't want to be fooled again.

"I... I didn't mean to say that. I was drunk," she said in a regretful tone.

I gave her a long look. "So, if you weren't drunk, you wouldn't say that? But still think that?"

She fell silent again.

I sighed. "You know what, Malik? I'm tired. I don't want to waste any more time with you. Congratulations on your marriage to Bella. I hope you guys are happy."

I stood up, grabbed my bag, and left without looking back.

This time, I really let go of everything.

I let out a long breath. I was already too tired to face Malik again, but he stood there anyway, looking at me as if I still owed him something.

"What else, Malik?" I asked, my tone flat.

He shifted his pace, approaching me. "I just want to talk."

I laughed sarcastically. "Talk about what? About how I'm just a loyal dog waiting for you to come home? Or about how your wedding is only a week away?"

Her face tightened. "Did you hear that?"

"I'm not a fool, Malik." I looked at her sharply. "And I've had it."

She stared at me silently, as if trying to find an opening to get inside my mind again. In the past, maybe I would have been tempted, but now I just feel disgusted.

"Ruby, I'm sorry," he said finally, his voice sounding desperate.

I chuckled. "I don't need your forgiveness, Malik. I just want you to stop interfering with my life."

He rubbed his face, frustrated. "I know I was wrong, I know I was a jerk. But I can't lose you."

I shook my head, stepping back. "You didn't lose me, Malik. You lost me. Big difference."

She wanted to say something more, but I didn't give her the chance. I turned around, stepping towards the door of my house without looking back.

For the first time in a long time, I felt free.

The following days felt lighter. I was busy working, spending time with mom, and trying to enjoy my new life without Malik's shadow.

However, life is never that easy.

That afternoon, while I was having lunch alone at a café near my office, a woman sat in front of me without permission.

I lifted my face, and instantly his face made my stomach churn.

Bella.

With a haughty smile, he crossed his arms on the table.

"We need to talk, Ruby."

I sighed, putting down my spoon softly. "I'm not interested in your ramblings."

Bella chuckled. "Oh, I'm sure you'll be interested."

I looked at her sharply, but said nothing.

He came a little closer, his voice quieter but full of menace.

"I want you out of Malik's life."

I smiled sarcastically. "I've already left. You're the one who bothered to come here."

Her jaw hardened. "Don't play games, Ruby. Malik is mine."

I shrugged. "Congratulations. Enjoy the asshole."

She looked at me hatefully. "I'm serious. If you still try to get close to Malik, I won't stay silent."

I chuckled. "Close? Are you kidding me? I don't even want to see his face anymore."

Bella snorted, then stood up haughtily. "Good then. Watch your language, Ruby. I can be meaner than you think."

Without waiting for my reply, she turned around and left.

I just stared at her back, then let out a long breath.

I thought everything was over. But apparently, Bella wasn't satisfied with ruining my life.

That night, I had just gotten home from work when my cell phone vibrated. An incoming message from an unknown number.

"Come out now. We need to talk."

I frowned. I didn't recognize the number, but somehow, my gut feeling immediately said this had something to do with Malik or Bella.

I typed a short reply.

"Who?"

Three seconds later, the reply came.

"Don't play dumb, Ruby. I'll wait outside."

I gritted my teeth. You guessed it.

With a heavy sigh, I walked out of the house and immediately saw a black car parked in front of the fence. The driver's window was open, revealing Bella's sardonically smiling face.

"It turns out that you do dare to come out," he said, his tone mocking.

"I have no reason to hide from you," I replied casually.

Bella looked at me sharply. "Come in. I want to talk."

I crossed my arms. "There's nothing to talk about."

He let out a long sigh, then got out of the car. This time, his expression was slightly differentstill haughty, but also more serious.

"I want to talk about Malik," she said, more quietly.

I chuckled. "Bella, you should be talking to your future husband, not me."

"Shut your mouth," he snapped. "I just want to know one thing. Is Malik still looking for you?"

I frowned. "What do you mean?"

Bella clenched her hands into fists. "I know he's still contacting you. Don't lie, Ruby."

I sighed, getting annoyed. "Look, I don't care about Malik anymore. If he's still looking for me, that's your problem. I'm done."

Bella looked at me for a long time, as if judging whether I was being honest or not. Then, she chuckled.

"Good," he said. "Because if you still dare to approach her, I assure you that your life will be hell."

I snorted. "I'm not afraid of your cheap threats."

She smiled wryly. "We'll see."

Without saying anything else, Bella got back into her car and drove off, leaving me standing with mixed feelings.

I thought it was over. But as it turned out, Bella wasn't going to let me go easily.

I thought that after last night's meeting, Bella would be satisfied and stop bothering me. But I was wrong.

That morning, while I was busy at work, my cell phone vibrated again. An unknown number again. I could already guess who.

"I'll be waiting in the lobby of your office. We need to talk. "

I let out a long breath. Why is this woman still not done with me?

I deliberately ignored her and refocused on my work. But after a few minutes, a receptionist walked into my room with a confused face.

"Ruby, there's a guest who insists on seeing you," she said hesitantly. "She says her name is Bella."

I sighed loudly. "Say I'm busy."

The receptionist nodded and returned to the lobby. I was hoping Bella would give up and leave, but she turned out to be more stubborn than I expected.

Thirty minutes later, when I went out for lunch, she was still standing in front of the office with a face full of anger.

"You think I'll leave just because you refuse to see me?" she said sharply.

I rolled my eyes. "Bella, I'm at work. I don't have time for this drama."

She approached, her expression growing colder. "I'll get straight to the point. Malik and I are getting married next week. So I need you to get away from him immediately."

I snorted. "I never approached Malik. In fact, I hope he never shows up in my life again."

Bella narrowed her eyes, as if judging whether I was telling the truth or not. Then she smiled wryly. "I don't believe it. Malik might still be expecting you. I see he still has your picture on his phone."

I was surprised, but quickly hid it with a sardonic laugh. "That's your problem, not mine. I'm done with Malik."

Bella raised her chin. "That's good then. Because if I ever see you approaching Malik again, I won't stay silent."

I looked at her sharply. "I'm not afraid of your threats, Bella. Now go away. I don't have time for this."

She leaned a little closer, then whispered softly, "Be careful, Ruby. I can do more than threaten."

After that, she turned around and left, leaving me with an uneasy feeling. I knew Bella was serious. And I had a bad feeling that this wasn't over yet.

Since my meeting with Bella, I tried to live my day as usual. I closed all the gaps that could make Malik or Bella come back into my life. But, life is never that easy.

Two days later, I had just finished work and was walking toward the parking lot when someone suddenly grabbed my arm. I was startled and almost screamed, but when I saw who was standing in front of me, anger instantly burned in my chest.

Malik.

"What are you doing?!" I tried to pull my arm away, but his grip was tight.

"We need to talk," she said quickly.

I glared. "I have no more business with you, Malik. Let go of me!"

"I know Bella saw you," she said, her gaze serious. "What did she say to you?"

I laughed sarcastically. "Why, afraid of me ruining your wedding?"

She groaned in frustration. "Ruby, please. I need you to trust me."

I looked at her with disgust. "Believe it? You're joking, right? After all the lies you made up? After you called me a 'loyal dog' in front of your friends?"

Malik looked devastated. He released his grip and wiped his face with both hands. "I... I didn't mean it like that."

I smiled bitterly. "Yes. Just like you didn't mean to say his name when you kissed me?"

He fell silent. Her jaw hardened. "Ruby, I know I was wrong. But I... I can't stop thinking about you."

I felt like throwing up. "You just feel like you're missing someone who's always been there for you. It's not me you want, Malik. You're just afraid of being alone."

He was silent for a long time, before finally saying, "I don't want to marry Bella."

My heart beat faster. But I quickly controlled myself.

"It's none of my business." I lifted my chin. "If you don't want to marry him, don't marry him. But don't drag me into this mess."

I turned around and walked away. But I could feel Malik's gaze burning into my back.

I know it's not over yet. And I hate that a small part of me still wondersis he really sorry?

I thought that after my last conversation with Malik, I would be completely out of his life. But it turns out Bella had other plans.

That night, I had just gotten out of the convenience store near my mother's house when a luxury car pulled up right in front of me. The window on the driver's side lowered slowly, and Bella's face appeared from behind it. Her smile was still the samesweet, but full of arrogance.

"Up," he said briefly.

I snorted. "Sorry, I have no business with you."

"I didn't ask, Ruby," he replied sharply. "Get on board now, or I'll make sure your life never settles down."

I grunted, but got into the car anyway. I wasn't afraid of her, but I also didn't want her to keep interfering with my life.

Bella drove her car, taking me to an expensive restaurant in the city center. We sat at a secluded table, away from the other diners.

She looked at me for a long time before finally saying, "I don't care what Malik tells you. I just want one thingyou to stay away from him."

I laughed sarcastically. "Are you serious? I've already left. You're still not satisfied?"

Bella crossed her arms over her chest. "I know Malik is still calling you."

I snorted. "Trust me, I'm not interested in him anymore."

She smiled faintly, but I could see the anger in her eyes. "Good. Because if you're still hoping, you'll only hurt yourself."

I looked at her sharply. "You scared, Bella?"

She lifted her chin. "I'm just making sure there are no distractions before my wedding."

I chuckled. "If you're sure Malik is yours, why are you still worried about me?"

Bella was silent for a moment, but then she grinned. "You know what, Ruby? You're too confident. You think Malik loves you? He just needs someone to occupy his time. And right now, he's already chosen who's better suited for him."

I clenched my fists under the table. I must not be provoked.

"I don't need a confession from you, Bella," I said coldly. "Enjoy your wedding. I'm done with all this."

I stood up, ready to go.

But before I could take a step, Bella leaned her body back and said softly, "Make sure you don't change your mind. Because if you dare try to go back to Malik... I won't stay silent."

I looked at her for a while, then smiled slightly. "I'm not afraid of you, Bella."

Then, I left, leaving Bella with an expression I couldn't guess.

I thought after my meeting with Bella, things would be calmer. I've had enough of Malik's drama and his approaching marriage. I just want my life back to normal.

But as it turns out, life always has a way of making things more complicated.

That day, I had just finished teaching on campus and was tidying up the files on my desk when a man walked into the lecturer's room. I didn't recognize him, but he seemed confident, as if his presence in this room was not unusual.

His hair is jetblack, a little messy, but still looks neat. A white shirt rolled up to his elbows revealed sturdy hands. As his eyes met mine, there was something in his gaze that felt... intimidating.

He walked over, standing in front of my desk. "Sorry, I'm looking for Ms. Ruby."

I raised an eyebrow, slightly surprised. "I'm Ruby. Can I help you?"

The man gave a small smile. "My name is Adrian. I'm a new lecturer here in Law. I was asked to meet you to coordinate the teaching schedule."

So, he's a new coworker. I nodded slowly, trying to ignore the strange feeling that arose at the sight of her. "Oh, good. Please have a seat."

He pulled out a chair and sat across from me. "I heard you're one of the favorite lecturers here," he said casually.

I chuckled. "Don't believe the gossip. Students only like classes that don't have too many assignments."

Adrian smiled, but there was something behind his expression that was hard to guess. "In that case, I'm curious how you teach."

I looked at her for a moment. Her demeanor was confident, but not arrogant. Instead, there was interest in her eyeswhether in this profession or... something else.

Our conversation went on for quite a while, discussing many thingsfrom class schedules to teaching experiences. But somehow, I felt there was more than just a professional chat here.

And for the first time since the drama with Malik, I felt like there was something new in my life. Something that could possibly take me in a different direction.

In the days that followed, I began to get used to Adrian's presence. As a new lecturer, he often asked this and that, and somehow, whenever he needed help, I was the one he always looked to.

"Ruby, can I sit here?" Adrian suddenly appeared in the lecturer's cafeteria while I was enjoying my morning coffee.

I turned my head, a little surprised. "Sure, go ahead."

He sat in front of me, placing his coffee cup on the table. "I see our schedules overlap quite often. Looks like we'll be working together a lot."

I smiled faintly. "It seems so."

He looked at me intently. "I heard you've been teaching here for a long time?"

I nodded. "Yes, it's been a few years."

Adrian leaned his body against the chair, his expression relaxed but thoughtful. "Interesting. I've always been curious about people who can stay in academia for a long time."

I chuckled. "So what?"

"Because not everyone has the patience to deal with students every day," he replied with a smile.

I just shrugged. "When you get used to it, everything feels easier."

Our conversation flowed effortlessly, making me forget about all the drama in my life.

However, the calm did not last long.

That afternoon, when I had just left the lecturer's room, someone stopped me in the corridor.

Bella.

I sighed, preparing myself for another drama to unfold.

"We have to talk," he said matteroffactly.

I looked at him flatly. "I'm not interested."

"But I'm interested," she replied quickly. He leaned closer, his voice quieter but stressful. "I want you to stay away from Malik."

I snorted. "I've stayed away. I don't even care about her anymore."

Bella squinted, as if in disbelief. "Don't pretend, Ruby. I know you still have feelings."

I laughed sarcastically. "It's funny how you can think like that."

She leaned closer, almost whispering. "Look, I'm not going to let you ruin my wedding plans. Malik is mine, and I won't let the shadow of his past continue to plague him."

I looked at him sharply. "In that case, you should be more confident in your relationship. Because I'm not interested in going back in time at all."

Bella gritted her teeth, clearly dissatisfied with my answer. "Don't mess with me, Ruby. I won't let you ruin everything."

I smiled faintly. "Then, don't waste your time threatening people who don't care."

Without waiting for his answer, I stepped away.

I think that meeting was enough to close an old chapter in my life.

But as it turns out, Bella is not the type to give up easily. And I have a feeling, it's not over yet.

It's been almost two weeks since I last saw Bella. Thankfully, she no longer showed up with the tiresome drama. I could refocus on my work as a lecturerand on my preparations for something bigger.

Today, I'm sitting in the lecturer's room, tidying up some documents that I'll need for my departure to Norway. I've just finished meeting with the college to make sure all the paperwork is in order. I'll be doing academic work there for one year. The opportunity I had dreamed of for so long had finally come.

"So, you're really leaving?" Adrian's voice broke my reverie.

I turned my head and smiled. "Yes, it's finally all settled. I'll be leaving next month."

Adrian sat on the chair opposite me, his expression hard to guess. "That's amazing. But... why all of a sudden?"

I sighed softly. "Actually, this isn't out of the blue. I've been proposing this for a long time, it's just that the time is right now. I need a fresh start."

She looked at me for a few seconds before finally nodding. "I understand."

I looked at her curiously. "Why, you don't look very happy."

Adrian smiled a little, but there was something in his eyes that was hard to explain. "Because I was just getting comfortable working with you, but now you're leaving."

I chuckled. "Don't worry, I was only there for a year. I'll be back."

"Still, it's long." She looked at me seriously. "I'll miss our conversations."

I didn't know what to answer. Adrian was indeed someone who was fun to talk to, and over the past few weeks, I felt comfortable around him. But right now, my life can't revolve around just one thing. I need to move on.

"Thank you, Adrian," I said finally. "I'll miss our conversations too."

She smiled, though there was a hint of sadness in it. "Then, before you go, how about we celebrate? I'll buy you dinner."

I thought for a moment before nodding. "Why not?"

Perhaps, before I leave, I can enjoy a little happiness without having to think about the past.