When I Left, He Found His Way Back-Chapter 49: The bizarre story

Jessica’s POV.

I’ve apologized to Hilda, yet she was still down. This matter wasn’t supposed to make her this agitated, but then again, something might be wrong with her. After all, I saw her at the hospital...

Was she sick? Pregnant, perhaps?

But Hilda doesn’t have a boyfriend, or does she have one now? I lost contact with her for two years.

Her foul mood was bothering me, but I didn’t want to push her to speak to me. But seeing her like this was really making me sad.

I didn’t like this mood. I thought of how to get her to cheer up, then my mind clicked and I began to undress.

When my dress came off, she caught the bandage on my thigh and her eyes widened.

"What the fuck happened to you?!" her spoon dropped and she rushed over, sitting me down. "What is this?"

My heart warmed. She cared. I looked down at my thigh. "It was an accident."

She glared at me, "Why won’t you be careful? What was the haste?"

She was sounding like a mother. I chuckled and hugged her arm, "Don’t worry, I’ll be fine. It’s just coffee. The doctor gave me healing cream." I brought it out from my bag and showed it to her. "See, I’ll be fine in no time."

She sighed, "That’s a relief. Please, be careful next time."

She returned to finish the meal that was clearly made for two people. Seeing her eating the last piece, I suddenly began to gear my stomach rumbling. There was no need to eat what was left in the containers because it wouldn’t satiate my hunger, rather it would make me more hungry.

I drank some water and went to lay on my back, staring at the ceiling. Suddenly, my phone rang. It was my mom calling me on video call.

We spent long hours talking about everything and nothing at the same time, until late into the night, where they told me to go to sleep.

"What about that Celine girl? Is she still bothering you?" Hilda suddenly asked me after I dropped the call.

"I didn’t see her and her crew at all. Maybe they’ve realized I’m not having an affair with Max," I shrugged.

She scoffed, "You’re so naive. Bullies don’t stop when they find a target. You should really stay away from that Max guy. He’ll get you into trouble."

I nodded, "You’re right. I told him to stay away and I think he took it seriously."

"That’s better. And your new friend, Annabelle? Hope she’s treating you well?"

"Ah, that reminds me. I should leave her a message. I forgot to ask about her," as I said that, I began to search for Annabelle’s contact. When I found her, I began to type.

"You seem very close," Hilda’s voice invaded my focus.

I lifted my head, I could see a faint discomfort on her face. She was probably jealous. I smiled, "Not as close as we are. Your spot in my heart can never be taken by another."

She scoffed, "You’re clearly lying about that," she rolled her eyes and took the containers to the kitchen.

I watched her leave with flattened lips. Something was bothering Hilda. I could feel it. I placed that at the back of my mind and chatted Annabelle for a few minutes, then Sandra’s message popped up suddenly.

Sandra: Jessica, I’ve told Professor Ednut what you said and he’s relieved. He wants to thank you, and he asked for your number. Should I give him your number?

I frowned, "What’s the point of him thanking me when you’ve already done that?" I thought out loud. For some reason, I didn’t appreciate the fact that the professor was asking for my number.

"Who is it that’s annoying you? Liam?" Hilda joined me and sat on the end of the sofa, opening a book to read.

"No...it’s a coursemate. She’s asking if she should give my number to a professor. What would you do if you were in my shoes?"

"I wouldn’t agree," she immediately said. "Nothing good comes out of it. A fellow student gave her number to a female professor. She was also the professor’s course rep. After school, she would ask the student to bring our assignments or test papers to her home. One day, photos were leaked, apparently, the student was being forced to have sex with the professor’s husband..."

"What? What kind of a woman is that? Why would she allow her husband to cheat on her? And the man couldn’t say no? What about the student? Why would they force her, and she kept going?" Questions spilled out of me like water. The story didn’t add up.

But people are crazy. Even the most bizarre stories could be true.

"Threesome... the professor doesn’t feel satisfied unless they were three."

"What?!"

"That’s not all, they practice an open marriage."

My mouth hung open with shock. It was insane! Marriage was supposed to be a sacred bond between those involved!

"That was how shocked we were when our coursemate told us her own side of the story. My coursemate said the first time she went there to submit the test sheets to the professor, she met her husband instead, stroking himself in the living room. She attempted to leave, after apologizing for walking in on him, but the door was suddenly locked.

"The professor returned and, you know, tried to make her feel comfortable, even though she didn’t want to stay. freёnovelkiss-com

"By then, the professor’s husband was gone. The professor then gave my coursemate a drink as a form of apology for her husband’s negligence. One thing led to another, and she found herself in bed after a few hours.

"She already had sex with the professor’s husband. Surprisingly, she wasn’t raped. There were no signs of struggle from her."

I gasped. "She must have been drugged. Technically, she was raped!" I cried out and Hilda shrugged her shoulders and continued.

"When she realized what she did, she was ashamed and tried to leave, but the professor entered, holding a recorder. Then, she threatened to release the video, and claim that the student had an affair with her husband.

"You know how it is when the public hears about affairs. They behave irrationally, so my coursemate was scared. She had lots of responsibilities hanging on her neck. So, she was pressured to agree to the professor’s proposal."

"Which was to be the third person?" I asked a rhetorical question, and Hilda nodded.

Hilda took a deep breath, a vacant look in her eyes. I frowned. Why was I feeling that this story was somehow related to Hilda? But Hilda’s never been a course rep, nor has she...

I paused. What if she hid it from me too? If she could hide the fact that she could drive, wouldn’t she hide this story from me too?

"How did the video leak? What happened to the girl?" I asked, wanting to confirm my suspicion.

"Well, she got pregnant by the man, and the professor was enraged. He wanted her to abort the pregnancy, but the man wanted to keep it, as the professor has no womb to carry a child.

"The disagreement resulted in an endless battle between the husband and wife for weeks, until the woman got mad and exposed the student, of having an affair with her husband.

"She was bullied and expelled, worst of it all, she’s in her finals. So, you see, you can’t make such a mistake that my coursemate made."

I stared at Hilda without speaking. I didn’t know if this was her story or not, but I was sure it belonged to someone close to her.

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