My Student Stole My Fiancé

My flight got rescheduled last minute, so I dragged my luggage back home, exhausted. I expected my boyfriend to greet me with open arms—instead, I was met with a pair of crumpled lace panties tossed carelessly on the floor.

And then she appeared.

My so-called "good apprentice," the one I had introduced to him, stepped out of my bathroom wrapped in my towel. She shared a room with my boyfriend now, apparently.

"She just borrowed the shower. If you're pissed, take it out on me—not Mia."

I packed my things and walked out without a word. But the moment I did, he grabbed me, desperate, clinging like a man who still thought he had a chance.

Little did he know, in two weeks—at the concert where he planned to propose—I'd be the one shattering his perfect little world.

But back to that night.

The second I slid my key into the lock, I knew something was off. The door wasn't even fully closed.

I pushed it open, my stomach twisting as I took in the scene: two pairs of shoes by the entryway—his and hers.

My gaze flicked to the dining table, where a bright yellow dress lay in a heap. And right on top? Those damn lace panties, pale as sin.

I stood there, frozen, until the bathroom faucet cut off.

The door creaked open.