Ethan, a wealthy heir, wielded immense influence during his student days, thanks to his family's money and good looks. Many girls on campus had a soft spot for him.
In contrast, I came from a humble background - my father was a farmer, and I relied on scholarships and part-time jobs to make ends meet as a student. I couldn't compete with Ethan's family connections, wealth, or status.
My only advantage was my academic performance. Initially, Ethan was like a patron to me, providing money to help him complete assignments.
Until she appeared - Sophie!
A girl from the mountains like me.
Looking at the now 26-27 year old Sophie sitting next to Ethan, the youthful charm had faded, replaced by a mature allure.
My thoughts drifted back to the university days - two years of being a lovesick fool, a comical resonance from the mountains. I once felt we were kindred spirits, destined to be together.
I bought her lipstick, clothes, bags - I strained every nerve to satisfy her desires, be it assignments, theses, or math competitions. If she asked, I gave!
A hand-hold, a declaration of love, and I lost myself completely.
I only smiled for her, only rejoiced in her happiness.
It was later that I realized it was all a facade, a deception. Two and a half years of toil, in exchange for a few "I love you, hand-holds, and farewell hugs. When I thought she was conservative, traditional, she was engaging in frenzied aerobic exercises in sexy lingerie in someone else's bed.
