My First Crush Happened To Be My Hubby

My nasty ex-boyfriend mocked me for being unwanted.

In a fit of anger, I grabbed a random guy nearby and kissed him.

After my ex left, I sheepishly followed behind the man I had long admired.

"Dr. Stewart... " I weakly called out.

No, I didn't mean to do like that. Just please listen to my excuse.

"Quite bold, Linda Marshall, find a random guy and kiss him, huh?"

My face froze.

1

Inside a restaurant, Vance Stewart sat across from me with a smile on his face.

Although he was smiling, I felt he was in a bad mood.

No one would easily forgive someone who suddenly kissed them.

Clearly, Vance wasn't doing well.

After all, the person I had impulsively kissed was him, an innocent passerby.

"Are your teeth still hurting? How's the recovery going?" He finally asked after a long pause.

I looked at him nervously, my eyes lingering on his thin lips, savoring the taste from earlier.

But I didn't dare speak, fearing the consequences.

"Speak." He frowned slightly, adding, "Weren't you bold just now?"

"Uh... they're fine... " I stammered, feeling flustered.

"Was that your ex-boyfriend?" His probing tone was intense.

I reluctantly replied, "Sort of... "

He acknowledged with a hum, and then silence fell between us.

I awkwardly lowered my head. Given our current situation, things were indeed a bit complicated.

He was a dentist and my high school classmate.

Just last week, he had witnessed my tearful ordeal during a tooth extraction.

I thought that would be the end of it since we wouldn't meet again.

But just now, I had kissed him.

It started when I went out for a quick errand and ran into Jackie Wilson, my damned ex-boyfriend.

Maybe he was in a foul mood, but he opened his mouth with snarky sarcasm when he saw me.

He claimed that no one would want me after our breakup.

In a fit of rage, I grabbed the nearest person and kissed him.

"No one wants a piece of shit like you, right?" I declared with an air of smugness, not realizing who was beside me.

Watching Jackie leave with a sour expression, I turned back to apologize to the person I had kissed.

When I looked up, I was scared out of my wits.

"Dr. Stewart... " I was terrified.

Before I could finish, Vance gritted his teeth and said, "Linda Marshall!"

2

"Vance, believe me, it was an accident."

I broke the silence, unable to bear it any longer.

After all, I had been his class monitor, and I needed to show a calm.

Although we weren't very close before, I felt like we were.

After saying this, I swallowed nervously and looked at him.

As expected, he remained expressionless.

"So... what do you want to do?" I asked, looking up at him.

Since I was the one who kissed him first, it was only right to offer an explanation.

However, it was clear that I had taken advantage of the situation, making it even harder for me to speak.

After a brief silence, Vance's expression softened, but his tone was still stern, "Linda, can't you do something normal"

"Huh?" I was stunned.

Seeing my bewildered expression, he was at a loss for words. He glanced at me and said angrily, "Didn't you consider the consequences of randomly kissing a man?"

I let out a dry laugh, trying to ease the atmosphere, "Well, but it was you I kissed, right? I'm really sorry."

Vance sighed but still wore a stern expression.

He glanced at his phone and then stood up.

"Forget it, I have things to do. I'll leave first."

I quickly nodded.

However, just as Vance took two steps away, I remembered something else.

"I'm organizing a gathering next Saturday. Will you come?"

Vance didn't turn back, "No."

It was the expected answer, as he hadn't attended the previous two times, citing a lack of time.

I felt a bit disappointed and muttered, "Alright then."

3

Actually, Vance and I did have some interactions.

In my second year of high school, I became the class monitor of a new class.

Scanning the room from the podium, I noticed Vance in the corner.

It was a shallow reason, but he was good-looking.

However, it was clear he wasn't very interested in the people or events in the new class.

So, I didn't manage to talk to him right away, which left me disappointed. I could only secretly pay attention to him.

After all, girls liked pretty things, including people.

Our first interaction happened on a dark and stormy night.

I stumbled upon him in a scuffle.

The sounds of fighting and cursing came from ahead.

Curious, I approached and recognized someone familiar in the middle of it all.

It was Vance.

From a distance, his height advantage was evident amidst the crowd.

Was Vance really going to take them all on by himself?

My eyes lit up, and I couldn't help but step closer.

His height already gave him half the advantage, and he didn't look weak either.

At that moment, I was sure he would win.

The alley was dim, and they didn't notice me sneakily watching from the corner. And I was ready to etch the scene of his victory into my memory.

He was facing six opponents, that was quite a challenge.

I watched excitedly as Vance swung his fists and stepped forward.

Then... he got knocked down.