The Night Our Secret Love Ended

Perhaps I was the only one who felt happy.

Just as I took a bite of the orange, Ruth suddenly pointed at the screen and shouted, "Candice, why was John Hudson holding an umbrella for you? Was he trying to pursue you?"

The topic shifted to me.

I shook my head and replied, "No, he was just being nice."

Ruth pressed on, "Too bad he didn't come today. He was clearly into you. You should consider him. I think you two would make a good couple."

On the other side, Ivan continued pouring water for Rebecca in one smooth motion, acting like he hadn't heard a word we were saying over here.

"No, thanks. I actually have a boyfriend," I said with a faint smile.

Ivan froze abruptly, his hands balling into fists.

I knew him too well—he was afraid I'd blurt something out.

But Ruth grabbed my arm and asked loudly, "Who is it? Is he from our class?"

Dozens of eyes turned my way. I kept my smile unchanged and nodded. "Yup."

The place went wild, and they all demanded to know who my boyfriend was.

Ivan's expression gradually darkened as he started typing away on his phone.

I felt my phone vibrate twice, but I didn't look at it. Instead, I just answered, "He had something going on, so he couldn't come."

There were seven or eight guys who hadn't shown up today.

Gordon looked disappointed. He was about to ask more when Rebecca suddenly yelped. Her cup had tipped over, and water spilled all over her pants.

Ivan quickly grabbed some tissues and wiped her pants.

"Sorry, my hand slipped," Rebecca apologized, her face flushed.

"It's fine. I'll go with you to get change. Don't want you to catch a cold."

Ivan led Rebecca away.

The documentary lost its appeal, and everyone else dispersed.

When I got back to my room, my suitcase was open. Ivan's things had all been taken out.

…

That night, I kept staring at my phone. The unread messages on the screen were still the two sentences he'd sent.

"Don't tell them. Let's not ruin the vibe."

Right. As his girlfriend, I couldn't ruin the flirtatious vibe he had going with Rebecca.

It was just like during the charity sale in sophomore year. Even though I had the highest proceeds, I had to give the award certificate to Rebecca just so I wouldn't overshadow the campus belle.

Or like the tennis tournament in junior year—just because Rebecca had said she'd like to try playing in a match, I had to withdraw so I wouldn't crush her enthusiasm.

For three years, Ivan was good to me. He was there for me through every high and low. Aside from refusing to go public, he did everything a boyfriend was supposed to do.

The only exception was that whenever Rebecca was involved, I was always the one put on the back burner.

…

Dawn came, and my phone had remained silent. I gazed out the window at the rising sun and felt myself growing calmer.

The plan for the day was sightseeing.

Ivan and Rebecca, both wearing red wristbands, stayed together the entire time. He used the camera I'd bought him to take her picture at every viral photo spot and to take selfies with her in front of the landmarks.

While resting by a bridge, everyone asked about my future plans.

"Candice, are you planning to stay in Fayton after graduation or go back to Rosemouth?"

"Back to Rosemouth," I replied flatly.

Ivan twisted open a bottle of water and handed it to Rebecca. Then, his eyes flicked over to me, casual but pointed.

Gordon poked him. "Rebecca, since you're from Fayton, you're definitely staying here, right?"

"Of course she is," Ivan blurted out without a second thought.

Rebecca's eyes sparkled as she quietly pressed herself closer to him.

But the others looked puzzled.

"Candice, don't you already have a job lined up in Fayton? Why would you go back to Rosemouth?"

I smiled and said, "I turned down the job because I wanted to live closer to my parents."

"Really? Is it for your parents or for your boyfriend?"

The whole group crowded around, eager for gossip.

My smile deepened. "Both. My parents hate to see me go, and my boyfriend has also decided to settle down in Rosemouth."

Everyone whooped and pressed me to say who it was, but I just shook my head and refused to say anything more.

At the next scenic spot, Ivan cornered me outside the restroom.

"Did you really turn down the job?"

He was beyond anxious, as he should be.

After all, we'd found that job together. The company had been impressed by my credentials, but my condition for accepting it was that they hire Ivan at the same time.