“They are not.” I turned to the board.
“Yes, they are,” the class said in unison.
“Can we move on? Please?” I begged.
“Nope.” Devon shook his head while his arms were folded.
“Devon,” I said.
“What? We’re invested,” he said.
“Fine. I saw Mr. Castile over the weekend, and we had a nice time. My dating life isn’t today’s lesson. Look, I’llmake you a deal. If anything else develops, you’ll be the first to know. I promise. Okay?”
“Okay,” sighs filled the room.
I loved how my students thought my love life was entertaining. Little did they know that it terrified me every day.
After class ended, I sat at my desk before the next batch of students arrived and sent Wes a text.
I heard Greta and Finn spent the weekend together.
The bell rang, and the second period was about to start, so I shoved my phone inside my desk drawer.
When it was lunchtime, I grabbed my phone and looked at it. Nothing. No reply from Wes. It was Monday, we spent the weekend together, and I was sure he was extremely busy with work. Grabbing my lunch bag, I went down to the teacher’s lounge and took a seat next to Greta and Ashley, one of the Science teachers. My phone was out, and I couldn’t stop glancing at it with the hope that Weston would text me.
“Why do you keep glancing at your phone?” Greta asked.
“I sent Wes a text earlier, and I was just checking to see if he replied.”
“Did you hear a ding?” Her brow raised.
“No.”
“Then that means he didn’t text you.” Suddenly, her brows furrowed, but she knew better than to keep on with Ashley sitting next to us.
“My husband and I are getting a divorce,” Ashley blurted out unexpectedly.
“Oh my God, Ashley.” Greta reached over and touched her arm. “Why?”
“It’s not working anymore.” Her eyes filled with tears. “We’ve grown apart.”
“Haven’t you only been married five years?” Greta asked.
“Yes, but I had my reservations when he asked me to marry him. I should have listened to my gut. All he does is work. He leaves in the morning at the crack of dawn, and comes home when it’s dark. We barely eat dinner together anymore, and we never go out on a date. I brought up the subject of kids the other day, and he blew up, although he told me he wanted kids before we got married.”
“He doesn’t want kids anymore?” I asked her.
“No. But I do. I want a family, and unfortunately, he isn’t it. So, I served him with divorce papers over the weekend.”
“I’m sorry, Ash. How did he take it?”
She breathed out a laugh as she wiped the tears from her eyes. “Well. Very well. He told me he was happy I filed first, so he didn’t look like the asshole. He packed his things and moved out.”
“I’m so sorry,” I said.
“It’s for the best anyway. I haven’t been truly happy in years. If you’ll excuse me, I just thought of something and need to call my lawyer.” She stood up, threw her lunch in the garbage, and walked out.
“Well, that sucks,” Greta said. “Now, what’s going on with you and Wes?”