No Complaints, No Words

At the graduation ceremony, everyone focused on Shiloh and Easton.

“I heard Ms. Zoeller had Easton’s kid. But hey, they’re both single. They actually make a cute couple.”

“They’re probably getting married soon, right? Easton graduates today. The next time we see them, it’ll be to toast at their wedding!”

While I sat in a corner and listened, I realized that Shiloh had never mentioned her married status to anyone.

Was I so embarrassing to her that she could not even bring herself to say it?

Easton, wearing his graduation gown, did not hesitate to wrap his arm around Shiloh’s waist in front of the cameras.

He looked just like a husband in a long-term marriage.

Cheers erupted from the audience.

“Propose to her already!”

Easton soaked it all in. He stared at me in the audience with a smug smile.

Meanwhile, Shiloh seemed to have forgotten she was married. She looked at Easton with doting eyes, like a girl in the throes of first love.

I could no longer stand the absurd scene. I stood up, holding a wedding photo of Shiloh and me.

“Mr. Goodson, you’re awfully young to be a homewrecker. You got a married woman to have your baby. What exactly are you so proud of?”

The crowd erupted in shock.

Shiloh’s smile also froze on her face.

“Cillian! What are you doing?!”

The students near me saw the wedding photo and gasped.

“Wait, for real? Easton is the other guy?”

Easton’s face turned pale. He covered his face and ran off the stage.

Shiloh dropped the microphone and prepared to chase after him.

I grabbed her arm. “Shiloh, if you run after him, then we’re done for good—”

She struggled and shoved me away hard.

“Don’t you dare say it. How is he supposed to face anyone after this? Even his graduation is going to be ruined!”

For the first time, she addressed me with unbridled hostility. “Get off this campus. Now!”

She slammed into me without holding back and rushed out desperately.

I fell backward. My lower back directly hit the corner of a table in the aisle.

I instantly felt a tearing pain. Blood dripped down my pant leg onto the floor.

A wave of terror surged through my head. I passed out amid the screams.

When I opened my eyes again, my lower back had gone numb.

On the school’s official website, Shiloh personally came forward to “debunk the rumors.”

“The man at the graduation ceremony photoshopped the wedding photo and deliberately tried to frame Easton. I’m not married, and I will give Easton the complete family I promised him.”

The accompanying images included a photo of my mother in a psychiatric hospital and a detailed account of me being an “illegitimate child”.

Netizens completely turned against me. Anonymous insults flooded my phone nonstop.

I lay on the hospital bed and touched the five-inch wound on my lower back. I laughed exasperatedly, feeling hurt and pathetic.

I no longer cared.

Shiloh texted an apology and a promise, along with two plane tickets to leave.

The first thing I did after being discharged was go to the psychiatric hospital. I planned to take my mother away.

However, the moment I pushed open the ward door, I saw Easton sitting at my mother’s bedside while holding a child.

My blood instantly ran cold.