My Student Stole My Husband So I Married His Uncle

My student of three years blindsided me with a question.
Professor, how does a woman manage to be completely oblivious when her husband has been cheating for six years?
Scandal is always in the news, especially in my field. I told her to focus on her studies and stop gossiping about other peoples lives.
That same evening, however, a local city push notification popped up on my phone.
Heres a treat for my girls.
My man is 6'2" with a handle.
In the video, the man, immaculate in a bespoke suit, had one large hand cinched around the womans impossibly small waist. The comments section exploded in shrieks of adoration.
Those veins, those thick fingers! Sister, hes definitely serving you right!
I chuckled softly, ready to swipe the notification away.
But my gaze snagged on the diamond ring glittering on the mans finger.
It was identical to the one I had spent countless nights meticulously designing and polishing myself.
I froze. I immediately forwarded the video, along with the adoring comments, to the man in question.
Mr. Maxwell, why didnt you tell me about your, uh, technological improvements?
The account was blocked the very next second.
He came home later that night, his face set in a deep scowl.
I married you, why are you always monitoring me! he hissed. You dont need to worry. She wont have a child. She gets nothing from me but love, and that should be enough for you.
Why cant you just let me go?
Ive never been the type to suffer in silence. That same night, I called my lawyer and started drafting divorce papers.
The next morning, his room reeked of stale smoke, the floor littered with cigarette butts. He finally gave in.
Ill send her abroad, but first, I owe her a graduation trip.
He vanished from my world after that. He didnt even show up the day our daughter was killed in a car accident, the day of her small, private memorial.
I packed up Winnies belongings, bought a one-way ticket to the Alps.
Since you two are so in love, Ill just leave.
1
The court documents, please give these to Owen Maxwell, House Manager.
I handed the legal papers to our house manager. After Owen said he needed to compensate Phoebe for a graduation trip and then promptly disappeared for two full years, I petitioned the court for divorce based on irreconcilable differences and two years of separation.
Madam, you and the Master were so happy once. Is there truly no room for reconciliation? The house manager looked at me with a pained, reluctant expression.
My gaze drifted past him to the mansion I had called home for eight years. Cold. Barren.
Winnies birthday was in two days. In previous years, the house would have been bustling with preparations. Now, only a few lights were even turned on.
I remembered the video Phoebe had posted on social media two days ago. She was holding a cat wearing a tiny birthday hat. Phoebe was leaning on Owens shoulder, smiling. The caption read: Birthday celebrations for my little baby~ So good to have someone whos willing to be crazy with you~
The comments were a chorus of Perfect match, So happy, Such a great boyfriend, and Happy birthday, Kitty.
A cat had a warm home, while my daughter was confined to a cold urn. And the other person in that video was her own father.
The irony was a razor slicing through my heart. My eyes welled up.
Winnies accident had happened five days earlier. Id called Owen countless times. When he finally answered, all I got was a cold, flat, Phoebes trip ends in a month. Whatever it is, it can wait until I get back, before he hung up. The next time I called, I was blocked.
Thinking about Winnie, who had asked when her father was coming home just before she diedtelling me she missed himmy heart was a clenched fist of agony, making it almost impossible to breathe.
The house manager was still looking at me with mournful eyes, trying to plead with me to stay. But I wiped the tears from my face, my voice firm.
There is no going back.
And this, please give this to him as well.
I slipped the diamond ring off my left ring finger and walked to the car without a second glance.
On the way to the airport, my phone chimed. A new video from the account I followed.
Hating to leave Venice, ugh. Someone promised wed come back next year!
Phoebe was kissing Owens sleeping cheek. Even a still photo couldn't hide the dense sweetness between them.
I fell into a self-destructive trance, scrolling through Phoebes entire feed. Owen had taken her to see icebergs, the Northern Lights. He kissed her romantically next to historic landmarks.
A sudden, sharp ache pierced my chest. These were all things he had once promised to do with me.
The year we first got together, we impulsively bought a list of "100 Things Couples Must Do." We each wrote down three dream destinations and swore to go together. When we exchanged lists, Owens page was blank. Seeing my confused expression, the young man smiled, his eyes full of love.
Lydias wishes are my wishes.
I remember the profound love in that look even now. It was the same look he now gave Phoebe.
Antarctica, the Arctic Circle, Paris. They were the three most romantic places I could think of. But after we got married, he never brought them up again.
It turned out he hadnt forgotten. He just wanted to experience them with someone else.
I was just about to hit the Unfollow button when a message popped up, dragging me out of my spiraling gloom.
Lydia, if you ever need anything, call me immediately. I will always have your back.
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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 Winnies 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 Phoebes 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, Theyre such a sweet couple, arent 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 wouldnt have been able to book a room with us today.
I froze.
Im 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; Id 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 Owens 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.
Im sorry, I wont 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! Phoebes voice, full of feigned surprise and delight, chirped in my ear.
I spun around, meeting Owens look of utter disgust.
Lydia, are you stalking me? he demanded.
I said Id be back after I finished traveling with Phoebe. Do you have to cause a scene now?
Are you satisfied only after youve ruined Phoebes trip and completely messed up everyones mood?
His blatant accusations almost made me laugh. Was that truly how he saw me?
Owen, honey, thats too harsh on Professor Winters. Phoebe batted his arm in a show of gentle anger.
Owen instantly softened, even reaching out to stroke Phoebes cheek.
Im 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 Phoebes 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 indifferencethe 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?
Owens brow furrowed at my words, but before he could speak, I continued, riveting his attention.
Besides, were divorced, Mr. Maxwell.
3
I came here for a solemn reason, not to play a silly game of you-run-I-chase.
As my cold laugh faded, Owens face darkened instantly.
Do you think Id forget whether or not I signed divorce papers? He sneered.
Lydia, a few days ago you tried to use our daughter to manipulate me. Now, youve stooped to this flimsy trick?
Hearing him mention Winnie, my heart was instantly pierced. I took an angry step forward.
My daughter? You have the audacity to mention our daughter?
I asked you, why didnt you answer my calls?
I sent you messages that our daughter was hurt! You saw them, so why didnt you reply?!
Do you have any idea that she was asking when her father was coming home right before she died!!!
With every word, I lost more control. By the end, my eyes were blazing red, my body trembling uncontrollably.
But Owen still looked at me with disdain, even a flicker of the caution reserved for a madwoman.
The same lie didnt work once, so you think twice or three times will do it?
Lydia, do you honestly think Im an idiot?
If our daughter had really died, with your temperament, youd have gone with her. How could you be standing here looking perfectly fine?
Phoebe, pretending concern, reached out to support my arm.
Yes, Professor Winters. You know how much Owen cares for Winnie. How could you think of such a thing to trick him?
I know you blame me for taking his affection, but tactics like this are exactly how you destroy whatever affection he has left for you.
I violently threw off Phoebes hand.
Get away from me! Save your fake pity!
My daughter was gone. What good was a mans hollow, transient affection?
I didn't think I'd used much force, but Phoebe stumbled and fell dramatically to the ground.
My back! Owen!
SMACK! A sudden, searing pain on my cheek.
I clutched my rapidly swelling face, staring dumbfounded at the person who had hit me.
Owen seemed surprised, too, that he had actually struck me. His expression was momentarily rigid, a flicker of remorse crossing his features. He started to reach for me.
But the moment he moved, Phoebe on the floor immediately clasped her abdomen.
It hurts! My stomach
Owens attention snapped immediately to her. Watching him cradle Phoebe, murmuring reassurances, I gave a sharp, bitter laugh.
I turned to leave, but Owens voice stopped me.
Hold it right there!
I turned back, my expression empty.
You shoved Phoebe. You think you can just walk away?
His eyes were freezing.
Apologize to Phoebe. Now.
My anger, fueled by his reversed accusation, boiled over into a fierce, mocking smile.
And if I refuse?
We stood in a silent stalemate. Eventually, Phoebe tugged on Owens sleeve.
Im much better, honey. Dont force Professor Winters. I just lost my footing.
Hearing that, Owens fury towards me intensified.
Youre such a disappointment, Lydia. Phoebe is ten years younger than you, yet she has more common sense than you do.
It seems I protected you too well these past few years, so much that you forgot your place!
Phoebe will still be coming back with me this time. Ill have her teach you a thing or two about respect.
I scoffed. All those words were just a clumsy setup to take Phoebe back home. He looked like a gentleman, a successful corporate executive, but he was nothing more than a poisonous snake in a polished suit.
Owen took Phoebe and headed to the top floor.
I had planned to switch hotels. But outside, the snow had turned into a sudden, vicious blizzard. Reluctantly, I checked in. I prayed the weather would clear tomorrow.
Because tomorrow was Winnies seven-day memorial. I needed to bury her ashes on the highest point of the Alps to fulfill her final, unachieved wish.
4
Full of anxiety, I didnt sleep a wink.
But the next morning, the blizzard hadnt stopped.
Ignoring the front desks warnings, I borrowed a set of extreme weather gear, took Winnies urn, and headed up the mountain alone.
I was halfway up, taking a short break before pushing on, when the small pack Id placed at my feet suddenly vanished! It held Winnies remains!
I sprang up, frantically looking around, and spotted Phoebe nearby, wearing identical gear.
Professor Winters, looking for this?
A look of pure malice spread across her face.
Give it back!
I lunged to snatch it, but Phoebe held the small canister aloft, dodging my hands. She kept it just out of reach.
In a fit of fury, I shoved her hard.
At that exact moment, Owen arrived, rushing toward us.
He roared, Stop it!
Owen caught a frightened-looking Phoebe in his arms.
Phoebe knew youd risked going up the mountain in the snow and came out after you despite the danger, and this is how you repay her?!
How can you be so utterly vicious!
I barely heard his condemnation. My eyes were fixed on the canister in Phoebes hands.
Give it to me! Hand it over!
Phoebe shrank back, hiding the canister completely in Owens embrace.
What in the hell are you doing?! Owen had completely run out of patience.
The words Thats our daughters ashes were on the tip of my tongue. But seeing his tightly knit brows, I caught myself.
He would just think I was lying again.
Its, its something very important to me, I managed, grinding the words out.
Phoebe peeked out from behind him.
Since its so important, Ill help you hold onto it, Professor Winters.
My jacket has a pocket. Dont worry, it absolutely wont fall out if I hold it!
I was about to refuse again when Owen cut in.
Thats enough. If you want to hike, go hike. If Phoebe hadnt been kind enough to worry about you, who would risk their neck to accompany you?
Dont drag us down!
Thats right, Professor Winters. Are you taking it to the summit? Then lets hurry up. Ill give it back when we get there.
Every one of my protests was shot down by the two of them.

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