For the four years of my secret relationship with Kenneth, he was merely my private English tutor to outsiders.

But when no one was around, he would pull me close again and again during lessons.

"Ugh… please be gentler…"

"If you like it, how could I be gentle?"

He never used protection, saying it wasn't intimate enough.

He said he only wanted to live with me, so he asked me to endure and try the anti-pregnancy injection for him.

Until the day I got pregnant, I overheard his teasing with his friends.

"Kevin, you used students as experimental subjects, aren't you afraid of killing someone?”

"This four years of tutoring has been worth it. When will we get to hear her moans?"

"In three days, Yara is coming back. I have to let her know I haven't been idle all these years."

"She's allergic to birth control pills and I couldn't bear for her to suffer through childbirth, so I tested it out in advance."

He sneered, "It's just a game, but it seems like my student has really become addicted."

A chill ran through my body.

It turned out that those voices tainted with desire were nothing more than a testing report for another woman.

I once again submitted my IELTS application to study abroad and pursue a Ph.D.

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"Do you like this kind of teaching?" I bit my lip, not responding.

Kenneth leaned down and kissed my earlobe, but his movements below grew more forceful. "If you don't speak, it means you like it."

He dragged me deeper and deeper into desire.

After indulging, Kenneth held me softly and whispered, "Nyta, I really like you."

"Then why don't you make our relationship public?"

His smile froze for a moment, then he let out a light sigh.

"Fool, you're my student. If our relationship becomes public, it will harm your reputation. Please wait a little longer, okay?"

I nodded, but inside, a wave of disappointment surged.

I actually didn’t mind those things, but thinking that Kenneth was doing it for my own good, I just nodded.

I was willing to wait because I believed that he loved me.

Four years ago, I stood in front of the bulletin board, intently looking at the information about the IELTS exam.

Kenneth walked over and asked if I wanted to study abroad for my PhD.

He said he liked students with goals and it was at that moment that he offered to teach me.

The past four years with Kenneth had felt so natural. Everything changed so smoothly.

We went from teacher and student, to friends and then to lovers.

Every touch, every kiss from him was something I could never resist.

Now, I was about to graduate and according to the original plan, I was also about to go abroad.

I didn’t want to be apart from him, even if it was just a brief separation.

I made the decision to give up the IELTS exam, along with my dream of studying abroad, all for him.

The doorbell rang.

Kenneth had already left for school early and I rushed to the door to open it. It was a delivery man.

"Hello, this is a delivery for Mr. Kenneth."

I signed for the package, which turned out to be a beautiful jewelry box. Inside was a diamond necklace, worth a considerable amount.

But I had never been fond of wearing necklaces.

At that moment, my phone buzzed with a message from Kenneth.

[I'm going to the bar with the guys tonight. I won’t be back for dinner, don’t wait for me.]

I replied simpy. [Okay.]

Not wanting to stay in bed any longer, I got up to brush my teeth, but suddenly, I began gagging.

It was then that I remembered that my period had been missing for two months.

Kenneth had never taken protective measures, saying it wasn’t intimate enough.

He said he only wanted to share a world with me, so he asked me to try and endure the birth control shot for his sake.

But thinking that the shot might not be fully effective, I decided to take a pregnancy test.

When I saw two red lines, I was filled with immense joy.

I was afraid of a misunderstanding, so I hurried to the hospital to get a blood test.

The moment I confirmed that I was pregnant, I couldn’t wait to tell Kenneth.

I took a taxi to the bar he frequented, hoping to surprise him.

The owner recognized me and smiled, pointing to a private room in the corner. "Mr. Smith is over there with a few friends."

I approached the room, the door slightly ajar and familiar laughter and clinking glasses could be heard from inside.

I was about to push the door open, but when I heard my name, I stopped in my tracks.

Kevin, you used students as experimental subjects, aren't you afraid of killing someone?” a strange male voice teased.

"These four years of tutoring has been worth it. When will we get to hear your student’s moans?" another voice chimed in.

My heart almost stopped and cold sweat drenched my back.

Kenneth's voice rang out, colder and more mocking than I had ever heard. "In three days, Yara will be back. I have to let her know I haven't been idle these past four years. She's allergic to birth control pills and I couldn't bear for her to suffer through childbirth, so I tested it out in advance."

He sneered, his tone full of disdain. "It's just for fun, but it seems like my student has really become addicted."

I was frozen, my entire body cold.

It turned out that his breath, filled with passion, was nothing more than a test report for another woman.

I left the bar in a daze, tears blurring my vision.

Back home, I once again submitted my IELTS application.

Kenneth didn't come back that night. The next day, I went to the hospital alone.

Seeing me by myself, the doctor hesitated for a moment, then asked, "Didn't your family come with you?"

"He has something to do," I said, forcing a smile, my hand unconsciously resting on my abdomen.

"Doctor, I’d like to consult you about an abortion."

The doctor reviewed my test results, his brows furrowing deeper. "You've been using birth control shots for a long time?"

I nodded.

"Using birth control shots can lead to hormonal imbalances and in severe cases, it could affect your future fertility," the doctor said seriously, looking at me. "You’re nearly ten weeks along now and the fetus seems stable. Honestly, you’re lucky to have gotten pregnant this time. If you have a miscarriage now, you might never be able to conceive again."

At that moment, something within me stirred. Perhaps it was a maternal instinct and I made the decision to keep the child.

That evening, Kenneth finally returned. He personally cooked several dishes.

"Nyta, you've lost weight recently," he said, looking at me with concern.

I lowered my eyes. I no longer trusted such false tenderness.

But for the sake of the child, I didn’t want to cause any trouble before leaving.

"It’s just academic pressure," I answered softly.

A gentle smile returned to his face. "Nyta, you're the most outstanding student I've ever taught. Don’t put too much pressure on yourself."

With that, he moved closer to me, pressing me against the dining table.

"Or is it that I haven't taught you enough?"

As he spoke, he leaned down to kiss me, but I turned my head to avoid it.

"I'm not feeling well today," I said.

He stopped, looking at me with a complex expression, before finally letting out a soft sigh.

That night, I curled up on the other side of the bed, one hand gently resting on my abdomen.

"Don't be afraid, baby. Mommy will protect you."

When I got up, Kenneth was already gone.

On the bedside table was a note.

[I have something urgent and left early. There’s breakfast in the fridge, remember to eat.]

But I knew that today, the woman named Yara whom he had mentioned was back in the country.

Suddenly, my phone buzzed with a friend request. It was Yara.

Instinctively, I felt that this "Yara" was the Yara of Kenneth.

Sure enough, after accepting her friend request, I saw her pinned post.

The date was four years ago, the same year Kenneth and I had started our relationship.

The caption read: "Kenneth will forever wait for me to return to the country and will forever love me."

I saw Kenneth's reply: Forever.

It had been a week since Kenneth had last returned and I had also received my IELTS exam results.

I could finally leave.

I opened my phone and booked a flight for three days later.

Before leaving the country, I made plans to have a meal with my best friend and told her about my decision to go abroad.

However, at the restaurant, I unexpectedly ran into Kenneth and Yara.

They were intimately wrapped in each other’s arms, clearly looking like a couple.

My friend knew about my relationship with Kenneth and immediately tried to rush over. I stopped her and she read the look in my eyes.

She finally understood why I had decided to go abroad so suddenly.

She hugged me sympathetically.

But then, Kenneth suddenly saw me. He froze for a moment.

Yara looked up, her eyes meeting mine with an expression full of smugness.

I noticed the necklace around her neck. I should have known this was the gift he had given her.

The atmosphere at the table grew colder and I could feel the tension in the air.

Yara didn't give me a chance to refuse, pulling me to sit down beside them.

"Come on, sit down, don’t be shy," she said, her voice sweet, but her eyes were sharp and cold.

The meal was awkward and tasteless. Kenneth finally spoke up, "Nyta is my most outstanding student."

Yara chuckled lightly, her tone dripping with sarcasm, "That's impressive."

Halfway through the meal, I excused myself to go to the bathroom and Yara followed me out.

She cornered me in the restroom and sneered, "I’m guessing you learned more than just English from him, didn’t you?"

I chose to ignore her, not dignifying her words with a response.

But she didn’t let it go. "No matter what you’ve learned, he only loves me." she said, her smile twisting into something cruel.