Yohan's Diary [BL] 1

Yohan Victor

Divorce?

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?

Matthew Kingston

...

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?

Matthew Kingston

...

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.

TBC

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This is my new story 😊

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This story is Yohan POV💕

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