CHAPTER — MRS. WATSON
Jayjay's POV
The classroom buzzed softly.
Everyone waiting.
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"There's someone important coming…"
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I didn't pay attention.
Not until—
The door opened.
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And everything went silent.
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Keifer Watson
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My breath caught instantly.
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No…
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Not here.
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The professor straightened.
"Mr. Watson, welcome. It's an honor to have you here to evaluate our—"
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I looked down quickly.
My fingers tightening around my pen.
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Don't look at him.
Don't react.
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He stepped inside.
Calm.
Controlled.
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And still—
I felt it.
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His gaze.
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On me.
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The lecture started.
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I tried to focus.
But my mind wouldn't stay still.
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"Miss—"
The professor looked at the attendance sheet.
About to call my name.
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"Mrs. Watson."
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The words cut through the room.
Sharp.
Clear.
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My heart stopped.
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Slowly—
I looked up.
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Keifer Watson was already looking at me.
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The professor blinked.
"…Excuse me?"
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"She's my wife."
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Silence.
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Complete.
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Then—
Whispers exploded.
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"His wife?!"
"No way—"
"Since when—"
My chest tightened.
Heat rushed to my face.
I couldn't breathe.
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Every eye turned to me.
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I felt exposed.
Like something private had just been… taken from me.
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"Mrs. Watson," the professor repeated slowly, still surprised.
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I swallowed.
"…Yes."
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"Could you explain yesterday's concept?"
I stood up.
My legs felt heavy.
I didn't look at him.
I couldn't.
I started explaining.
My voice steady—
Somehow.
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But inside—
Everything was shaking.
Because I could feel it.
Him.
Watching.
When I finished—
"Very good."
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I sat down quickly.
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But it didn't end there.
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"Mrs. Watson."
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My fingers tightened around my pen.
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"Yes…?"
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"Stay after class."
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Silence fell again.
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"…Okay."
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I didn't look at him again.
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But I could feel it.
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Everything had changed.
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Keifer's POV
"Miss—"
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"Mrs. Watson."
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I cut him off.
Without hesitation.
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The room went still.
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The professor turned to me.
"…Excuse me?"
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"She's my wife."
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Simple.
Clear.
Final.
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And just like that—
The entire class knew.
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Whispers started immediately.
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I ignored all of it.
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My eyes stayed on her.
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Jasper Jean Mariano Watson
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The way she looked at me—
Shocked.
Unprepared.
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Good.
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Because I'm done letting her act like this means nothing.
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Like I have no place beside her.
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She's sitting there—
Next to him.
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Noah
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Smiling with him.
Talking with him.
Like she isn't mine.
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Not anymore.
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"She's my wife."
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I meant every word.
Not just for them.
For her.
Because she needs to remember it.
Even if she hates me for it.
"Mrs. Watson."
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I watched her stand.
Answer.
Composed.
Strong.
But I saw it.
The tension.
The way her fingers tightened.
And something in my chest—
Didn't like that.
But I didn't regret it.
Not even for a second.
"Stay after class."
Because now—
She doesn't get to walk away.
Not this time.
And when we're alone—
We're finishing this.
CHAPTER — DON'T DO THAT AGAIN
Jayjay's POV
The classroom slowly emptied.
Voices faded. Chairs scraped. Footsteps disappeared one by one.
I stayed where I was, fingers wrapped tightly around my bag.
I could feel him.
Watching.
The professor gave one last polite nod to Keifer Watson before leaving. The door closed behind him.
And just like that—
It was only us.
I stood up slowly and turned.
He was already looking at me.
Calm. Like nothing had happened.
Something inside me snapped.
"What was that?" I asked.
My voice was quiet, but sharp enough to cut.
He tilted his head slightly. "What?"
A breath left me, shaky.
"Don't do that."
His brows furrowed just a little. "Do what?"
I stepped closer this time, my grip tightening on my bag.
"That," I said. "What you did in front of everyone."
"I corrected him."
A soft, humorless laugh escaped me.
"No. You didn't correct him."
I looked straight into his eyes now.
"You exposed me."
That made him pause.
"He was going to call you 'Miss'."
"And?" I shot back. "That's what everyone here knows me as."
"You're married."
"I know that," I said, my voice rising slightly. "But that doesn't give you the right to say it like that. Not here. Not like that."
His jaw tightened.
"You're my wife."
The words hit hard.
I took a small step back.
"No," I said, firm. "I'm not something you get to claim whenever it suits you."
Something in his expression darkened.
"You belong to me."
My chest tightened, anger mixing with something deeper.
"No. I don't."
Silence filled the space between us.
"You ignored me," I continued, my voice trembling slightly now. "You made me feel like I meant nothing."
I swallowed hard.
"And now suddenly you show up and tell everyone I'm your wife?"
He didn't interrupt.
So I didn't stop.
"You don't get to decide when this matters," I said. "You don't get to treat me like I'm nothing and then act like I'm yours in front of everyone else."
That landed. I saw it in his eyes.
For the first time—
He didn't have anything to say.
Then quietly, he said, "I didn't like it."
I blinked. "What?"
"You. Sitting with him."
Of course.
"That's not your decision," I said.
"It is."
"No, it's not."
"You're my wife."
"And you didn't act like my husband," I shot back.
That one hit him.
He went completely silent.
I shook my head, stepping back again.
"Don't do that again," I said, softer now but still firm. "Don't use that when it's convenient for you."
I turned toward the door.
"Jay."
I stopped, but didn't look back.
A pause.
Long.
Heavy.
"I meant it."
My heart tightened.
But I didn't respond.
I just walked out.
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Keifer's POV
"You belong to me."
The moment I said it—
I saw it.
The way she stepped back.
"No. I don't."
That shouldn't have affected me.
But it did.
More than I expected.
"And you didn't act like my husband."
That line stayed.
Because she was right.
I didn't.
I pushed her away. Ignored her. Made her feel like she didn't matter.
And now—
I walk in and say she's my wife.
My jaw clenched.
She's not wrong.
But that doesn't change anything.
I didn't like seeing her with him.
Didn't like the way she smiled.
Didn't like the way she looked like she didn't need me.
"I didn't like it."
I meant that.
Every word.
I watched her walk away.
Didn't stop her.
Didn't call her back again.
Because for the first time—
I didn't know how to.
"I meant it."
The words felt heavier now.
Because they weren't just about the marriage.
They were about something else.
Something I didn't say.
Something I don't even fully understand yet.
But I know one thing—
I'm not going to let her slip away like this.
Not anymore