Your Student Can Have My Scraps

When I found out my fiancé, Elliot, had let his female student move into his campus apartment, I didn’t scream. I didn’t demand answers, nor did I throw a glass vase against the wall like I would have months ago.

Instead, I quietly deleted his number, blocked him on every app, and accepted my company’s transfer to their Zurich office.

We met again five years later at an industry symposium. I was there as a venture capital partner representing one of the leading research labs.

People I hadn’t seen in years flocked to my table the moment they recognized me.