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I can’t help myself. I have a look inside.

And there’s a photo album. This could be interesting. Maybe I might be able to see some baby photos. That would be funny. I look at the cover and I let out a gasp.

It isn’t any photo album, but a wedding one.

I turn the pages. It’s Spencer. With a woman. Kissing. Laughing. Photos and photos of some lavish wedding in some hot tropical place.

Beach. Sunset. Rings. Celebrant. The whole shebang.

It’s definitely him.

I can’t believe it.

But then I see the box in the drawer.

I know what it is before I even open it, but I still do. It’s a wedding ring.

Spencer Penmayne’s wedding ring.

He’s married...

I knew things were too good to be true.

Of course he’s married.

My professor has deceived me all along. This is the dark past he’s kept hidden from me. This is why he never wanted me to find out about himself.

He’s married.

And I’m going to find out about it.

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OLIVIA

The first thingI do when I get back to the dorm room is to pack my overnight bag. I haven’t stopped moving and thinking and fretting and calculating since I saw Spencer Penmayne’s wedding ring and his wedding photo album.

He’s married. He’s married. He’s married.

And he tried so hard to keep that hidden from me, the asshole.That’swhy he made me sign that stupid non-disclosure agreement. It wasn’t for anything to do with our so-calledcasualrelationship, but simply to make sure he kept his family life and me separate.

And it makes me so damn angry.

I was taken in by his deception like an eager moth to a flame. I went and did the one thing I promised myself I would never do: I got myself tangled with a boy at college.

Of course that boyhadto be my very own professor.

Such a heart-struck idiot, Olivia.

“Morning,” Ava says to me when I enter our shared room. She’s getting ready for the day, putting on her makeup by the mirror. If she realizes that I’ve been out all night, she doesn’t mention it. Her mixed-color eyes follow me around the room.

“Morning,” I mutter as I start to pack my bag. I’m a bit curt with her, but that’s only because I’m burning up inside about my professor and all his lies.

My roommate observes my actions from the mirror. “What are you doing?” she asks as I furiously stuff clothes into my bag.

“Can you please let everyone know I’m sick today?” I ask her. “I can’t attend my classes.”

“But you’re not sick,” Ava replies. “Clearly.”

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