Yohan's Diary [BL]
1
I repeat the word like it’s foreign. My voice sounds flat, even to me. Maybe because my mind refuses to process it.
Matthew doesn’t even look at me when he says it again, slower this time.
Matthew Kingston
Yes. I think… we should end this.
I laugh. It’s short and ugly.
Yohan Victor
End what? Dinner? This conversation? Our marriage?
Matthew Kingston
*Jaw tightens*
Matthew Kingston
She’s back
Matthew Kingston
My first love.
My stomach twists. I almost want to ask, Do I know her? As if it matters. As if knowing her name will make the knife in my chest hurt less.
Yohan Victor
Three years, Matthew *whisper*
Yohan Victor
Three years of waking up next to you. And you’re throwing it away because… she’s back?
He doesn’t answer. His eyes are elsewhere, probably already picturing her smile.
I push my chair back, the scrape loud in the quiet dining room.
Yohan Victor
You could’ve just told me I was a stand-in. Would’ve saved me from learning it on our anniversary.
My fingers tremble as I pick up my glass. I raise it in a mock toast.
Yohan Victor
Happy anniversary, darling.
The wine tastes bitter on my tongue—almost as bitter as the truth.
Matthew Kingston
I'll give you the house and… some money
Matthew says, like he’s offering me a consolation prize.
Matthew Kingston
I’m sorry, Yohan. This is all I can give you. But the title Mrs. Kingston… it should be hers from the beginning.
I stare at him. For a second, I actually wonder if I heard wrong. My ears must be playing tricks on me.
Yohan Victor
Hers? *My voice cracks*
Yohan Victor
You’re telling me I’ve been… borrowing a title for three years? That I was just keeping it warm for your princess?
His eyes flicker, but he doesn’t deny it.
My chest tightens until it’s hard to breathe.
My mind drags me back to those nights years ago—me, just a broke college student with a secondhand backpack, him showing up at my part-time job with coffee and that impossible smile.
Everyone told me I was crazy to think a man like him would love a man like me. But Matthew chased me. He swore he didn’t care about the difference in our worlds.
I remember him saying, “Love is love, Yohan. I want you, not the money.” I was stupid enough to believe him.
Yohan Victor
Where is it now, Matthew? *My voice is low but it shakes*
Yohan Victor
Where’s the love you fought for? The love you said didn’t care about rich or poor?
He looks down at his hands. No answer. Just silence.
Yohan Victor
*I laugh—hollow, bitter* Guess it ran out when your first love got back in town.
The room feels colder. Or maybe that’s just me realizing that the man I thought I knew never really existed.
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2
Matthew Kingston
Sign the divorce agreement by tomorrow
Just like that. Like we’re closing a business deal instead of a marriage.
Yohan Victor
Tomorrow? That’s all the time our three years are worth to you?
He doesn’t even bother answering.
His phone vibrates on the table. He glances at it—and the corner of his mouth lifts, just slightly. I know that look. I’ve seen it in the mirror when I thought I was the reason.
He tucks the phone away, but not before my stomach twists with the certainty: her.
Matthew Kingston
I have to go *standing*
Matthew Kingston
My lawyer will explain everything tomorrow.
I watch him adjust his cufflinks, smooth his expensive jacket. He looks perfect, polished… untouched by the wreckage he’s leaving behind.
Matthew Kingston
Don’t wait up
I sit there alone, staring at the untouched cake between us. I’d imagined we’d cut it together tonight, maybe laugh about our first anniversary when I burned the steak.
Instead, I’m memorizing the sound of him walking away.
Tomorrow, a lawyer will come. Tomorrow, I’ll be expected to put my name on a piece of paper that erases everything.
But tonight… tonight, I’m still Mrs. Kingston. And the silence feels heavier than the title ever did.
I’m about to stand, maybe just to walk until my legs give out, when my phone buzzes.
Instagram.
I swipe it open without thinking, and there it is—
For a moment, the heaviness in my chest loosens.
Yohan Victor
At least I have this *I murmur to no one*
Proof that something I made with my own hands has value. That I’m not completely useless.
I’m about to switch the phone off when another notification catches my eye. A post.
My thumb hovers over the screen, but curiosity wins.
Standing on a rooftop under a sky scattered with city lights. His arm wrapped around a woman in a soft embrace.
Her face tilted toward him, smiling like she’s the only one who’s ever known him.
The caption reads: With my beloved, watching stars.
The name beside the post punches me in the gut.
My grip tightens on the phone until my knuckles ache. The world tilts slightly, and I wonder if it’s the wine or just the cruel joke of the universe.
Of all the women in the world… it had to be her.
3
☆Ms.Lazy☆
Disclaimer:: This story is Yohan POV
My phone feels heavy in my hand. The picture burns into my eyes.
Ellin Davis. My step-sister.
Memories claw their way up—memories I’ve spent years trying to bury.
Lassie Victor [Yohan Mom]
Yohan
Lassie Victor [Yohan Mom]
Your father… he’s bringing them into the house.
My mother once said, her voice trembling as she packed her last suitcase.
I was sixteen, standing in the doorway.
I asked, though I already knew.
Lassie Victor [Yohan Mom]
The woman. And her daughter.
I stared at her hands, shaking as they folded clothes that weren’t even hers anymore.
Yohan Victor
But… what about us?
She tried to smile, but it broke halfway.
Lassie Victor [Yohan Mom]
There is no ‘us,’ sweetheart. Not for him. He’s divorcing me.
Yohan Victor
And you? *My voice cracked* You’re just going to let him—
Lassie Victor [Yohan Mom]
What can I do, Yohan?
Her eyes shone with unshed tears.
Lassie Victor [Yohan Mom]
He’s leaving us with nothing.
Nothing. That’s what we had when we walked out of that house. No money, no home—just the bitter taste of betrayal.
And now, years later, the same girl who stood in the hallway of my father’s mansion like she belonged there… is the woman wrapped in my husband’s arms.
My chest aches in a way that feels older than tonight. Older than Matthew.
Yohan Victor
Why is it always her?
A man in a dark suit steps in.
He says with the kind of courtesy that feels like formality.
He sets a thick envelope on the table.
Lawyer
The divorce agreement. Please review and sign.
I flip it open. The words blur in places, but the number jumps out—50 million.
Yohan Victor
I don’t need it *I say flatly*
Lawyer
It’s part of the settlement.
Yohan Victor
I said I don’t need it.
My hand doesn’t shake as I sign my name. The pen scratches across the paper like a final nail in a coffin.
He watches me, and for a moment his gaze lingers—not on my hands, but on my face. I know what he sees: the eyes of a man already halfway gone.
Lawyer
You have no job, And nowhere to go. After your mother passed… where else will you go?
Yohan Victor
I can manage myself.
My voice is steady, even if my chest feels like it’s caving in.
He studies me for another moment, then just nods.
Lawyer
It will take thirty days to finalize. After that, go to the civil court to collect your divorce certificate.
He leaves, the door clicking shut behind him.
Thirty days left to be Mrs. Kingston in name. Thirty days left to pretend the last three years weren’t just a very expensive illusion.
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