I froze, unable to speak.

Celeste, noticing my blank expression, laughed and said, "How could Aura know Dr. Wilson? It's just a coincidence they share a last name―there are tons of Wilsons in the world!"

My other roommate agreed, "True that."

Then they eagerly showed me their photos.

"Look, Aura! Isn't Dr. Wilson handsome? Is he your type? I'm telling you, everyone at school was completely captivated by him today."

I stared at the photos of my husband on my roommate's phone. Today he wore a black suit with a gray shirt, looking elegant as always.

Maybe it was his natural nobility, but no matter where he was, he seemed to radiate light.

He really was handsome. But we were still on bad terms.

I avoided talking about him, "I'm heading to the library."

My roommates didn't say anything else to me and continued discussing about their dream man, Dr. Wilson.

Just as I left the dorm with my bag, my phone rang. It was Derek, Theron's personal assistant.

I answered right away, and he said, "Ms. Wilson, please pack your things and come to the parking lot. We're here to take you home."

'We? Was Theron there too?' I wondered. Remembering how he'd scolded me without hearing my side of the story, I stubbornly refused, "I need to study at school. I'm not going back."

Just as I was about to hang up, I heard Theron taking the phone from Derek. His sexy and coaxing voice came through the speaker, "Aura, let’s go home."

Just hearing his voice, trying to sweet-talk me, my anger instantly melted away. But I still replied grumpily, "I said I'm not going."

"Oh? Should I come to get you at your dorm? Please be reasonable." Theron's voice had gotten much gentler.

I knew that no matter how upset I was, I couldn't resist that man's charm. I pouted and reluctantly replied, "Fine."

Putting my phone away, I went back to the dorm to pack my books. My roommates saw me and quickly asked, "Aura, weren't you going to the library? Why are you back?"

While gathering my textbooks, I replied, "My family called. They want me home, so I'm heading back."

"You're so lucky you live close and are able to go home whenever you want!"

"Hey, Aura, why don’t you invite us over to your place sometime?"

I finished packing my bag and gave my three roommates a faint smile, saying nothing.

My roommates were all great, but it was Theron's house, and our marriage was a secret. I couldn't bring them home. Besides, I might be getting divorced any day now.

When I got to the parking lot, I spotted the most luxurious black Lincoln stretch limo parked nearby.

Derek saw me and quickly got out to open the door. Inside, I saw Theron in his black suit, radiating the charisma of a mature man.

He looked at me, slightly furrowing his brows, and said with a gentle voice, "Did you not attend the lecture? I didn't see you in the audience."

I turned to look out the window, deliberately avoiding his gaze, but still muttered, "No."

"Why not?"

"Someone who wants to divorce me probably didn’t want to see me there."

Theron frowned, seeming both amused and exasperated. He reached out to hold me, "Still angry?"

I coldly brushed his hand away, "Mr. Wilson, please keep your hands to yourself."

He forcefully turned me toward him, speaking softly, "Don't be mad, I came to pick you up from school, didn't I?"

I had my pride too. He had mentioned divorce and wrongfully accused me. He couldn't just sweet-talk his way out of this.

I pushed his hand away again and turned my back to him. "Did you really come to pick me up? You just came for your lecture."

"Do you know why I came to give the lecture?"

"Who knows?"

"If you don't know, don't make assumptions. Stop giving me the cold shoulder and look at me."

I was still upset, but with this commanding man, sometimes I had no choice but to do as he said. I turned toward him with my head down, feeling like I might cry.

He pulled me into his arms, comforting me. "It's over now, don't be upset anymore."

"What do you mean by over? You've already decided on divorce."

He said divorce was non-negotiable, and now he’s being all sweet with me. What's that about? What am I to him? Some pet he can just sweet-talk whenever he feels like it?

He suddenly leaned down and kissed my lips; his voice became even gentler, "If you don't want a divorce, we won't get one for now. I never said we had to divorce right away."

"So you mean we still have to divorce someday, right?"