Chapter 2My Student Stole My Husband So I Married His Uncle

My eyes lingered on the text for a moment before I swiped and deleted the number, blocking the contact.

A day later, the plane landed.

I carried Winnie’s ashes to the Swiss Alps. Her lifelong wish was for her parents to take her here. I never got the chance to fulfill it before she was taken from me.

But as I walked into the hotel lobby, I spotted two familiar figures.

Owen had his arm around Phoebe’s waist. They were sharing a single, thick scarf, clinging together sweetly as they waited for the elevator.

Before I could react, the hotel receptionist followed my line of sight and smiled.

The receptionist, a young woman, said, “They’re such a sweet couple, aren’t they?”

“The gentleman booked the entire hotel two days ago, just to celebrate his six-year anniversary with his girlfriend. The lady said it would be too lonely, so he reduced it to just one floor of the top suites.”

“Otherwise, madam, you wouldn’t have been able to book a room with us today.”

I froze.

“I’m sorry, did you just say they were celebrating… six years?”

The receptionist nodded, but seeing the color drain from my face, she asked if I needed to call the hotel nurse.

I bit my lip and shook my head.

Six years. Six years.

That meant they started their affair right around the time I became pregnant with Winnie.

I stared, hatred burning in my eyes, at the two figures by the elevator.

Phoebe was my student. She was eager and hard-working; I’d taken her under my wing. And this student, this person I was so proud of, had slept with my husband within the first month I brought her home.

I had always thought Owen’s heart had strayed after our ten years together. I could have at least lied to myself that his love for Winnie was real!

Now, it seemed he had never loved me, and perhaps, never loved our daughter either.

“I’m sorry, I won’t be checking in.”

I was near hysterics as I snatched my ID back from the astonished receptionist.

As I hurried away, someone suddenly blocked my path.

“Professor Winters, is that really you!” Phoebe’s voice, full of feigned surprise and delight, chirped in my ear.

I spun around, meeting Owen’s look of utter disgust.

“Lydia, are you stalking me?” he demanded.

“I said I’d be back after I finished traveling with Phoebe. Do you have to cause a scene now?”

“Are you satisfied only after you’ve ruined Phoebe’s trip and completely messed up everyone’s mood?”

His blatant accusations almost made me laugh. Was that truly how he saw me?

“Owen, honey, that’s too harsh on Professor Winters.” Phoebe batted his arm in a show of gentle anger.

Owen instantly softened, even reaching out to stroke Phoebe’s cheek.

“I’m sorry. I lost my temper. Did I scare you?”

Watching him yield so easily because of one soft word from Phoebe, I was momentarily stunned. Ten years with Owen, and I knew his calm exterior hid a deep, serious streak of male chauvinism. Changing his mind was near impossible. Yet now, he was conceding for Phoebe’s petulant little sound.

In a decade, the times he yielded to me were few and far between, and only after relentless arguing.

I shook my head in self-mockery. Love and indifference—the difference was so stark.

I thought I would feel heartbreak, but there was only cold detachment.

“Your movements are all over social media. Do you really think I need to stalk you?”

Owen’s brow furrowed at my words, but before he could speak, I continued, riveting his attention.

“Besides, we’re divorced, Mr. Maxwell.”