Chapter 68 I’ll Fix This
Will’s P.O.V.
I toss my bag onto the passenger seat and start the engine, leaving the college. Dad’s message still sits unread on my phone, but the short text he’d sent earlier keeps replaying in my mind, “I’m coming to your place. We need to talk.”
That alone is enough to mess with my head. My father never visits. He’s always buried in business meetings, conferences, or travelling abroad. If he’s coming here on his own… something must be serious.
I glance at my phone again. No new messages from Iva. She probably saw my text. Maybe she’s busy with something. Either way, I can’t shake this uneasy feeling twisting in my gut.
The drive home feels longer than usual. Every red light makes me restless. I keep thinking about how I wanted to spend time with Iva. Finally, the period of us living separately is over, because I’ve passed my retest.
But now… I don’t know. Something doesn’t feel right.
As I pull into the driveway, I notice Dad’s car already parked out. I step out and straighten my jacket, trying to compose myself.
When I step inside my apartment, I don’t even get a second to breathe.
“What the hell is this, Will?” Dad slams his phone on the table, the screen lit up with a picture that makes my eyes widen in shock.
It’s me.
Me, kissing Iva at the back of the college. My hand was buried under her skirt. Her arms wrapped around me.
Fuck! I’m going to bury that person alive who clicked it.
“Do you have any idea what you’re doing?” Dad shouts, his face red with rage. “You’re having an affair with your professor! Do you even understand what kind of mess you’ve created?”
“Who gave you the photo?” I ask, losing my mind, my fist clenched in rage.
“The college dean.”
My eyes widen after listening to his answer. Because it means Iva…
My chest tightens so hard I can’t catch a breath. If the dean sent that to Dad, then they have the photos. They’ve seen everything. They know.
“Do you know how difficult it was for me to convince the board to keep you in that college? Do you?” He continues yelling.
But I’m not even hearing him anymore. All I can see in my head is Iva’s face. The promise I made her, that our secret would stay safe. That no one would ever find out. And now… this.
I feel so guilty. This is all my fault. I should’ve been more careful. I should’ve protected her, not exposed her.
Dad shouts, “Will, are you even listening to me?”
I can’t stay here another second.
I need to talk to Iva. God! I hope she is fine.
I rush towards the door.
“Where the fuck are you going now? Will!” Dad’s voice roars behind me, but I don’t stop.
I slam the door shut and rush into my car. My hands tremble as I pull out my phone.
My screen is filled with her name. Iva.
I hit call once. Twice. Again.
“Pick up, Professor. Please…” I beg, pressing the phone against my ear. It rings endlessly. “Fuck, Iva, please pick up…”
I keep trying, over and over, so worried for her.
Right now, I don’t care about college. I don’t care about my father’s anger.
The only thing that matters is her.
Finally, after what feels like a lifetime, the line clicks.
“Iva?” I breathe out.
On the other side, all I hear at first is her broken sob, and it shatters my heart.
I can’t bear to see her in pain. It hurts like hell.
“They… got to know about us, and… they fired me, Will.” She tells me, crying.
Shit! I was afraid of this only. This job was everything for her. It was her dream. Now it’s destroyed.
God. I’m so angry at myself.
“I’m finished… my dream, my respect, everything’s gone. They threw me out like I’m filth.” Her voice cracks, and my chest becomes heavier.
Her pain is killing me.
“No… no, baby, don’t say that.” My chest aches as I grip the steering wheel tightly. “I’m so fucking sorry, Iva. This is my fault. But listen to me, I’ll fix this. I’ll make everything fine, I swear. Just tell me where you are.”
But before I can say more, she says in a broken voice, “Nothing will get fine now… nothing.”
And the line goes dead.
“Iva? Iva!” I shout into the phone, but she’s gone.
It’s because of my carelessness, she is suffering. I need to make everything fine. I can’t let her dream be destroyed like this.
I shove the phone aside and storm back into the apartment, where Dad is still pacing.
I approach him. “Dad, you have to do something. Talk to the Dean. Convince them to take her back.”
He spins to me, his expression cold. “Are you crazy, Will? Why the hell would I do that? She’s just a fling!”
“She isn’t a fling!” I roar, stepping closer. “I love her. Do you hear me? I love her. She’s everything to me.”
Dad stares at me like I’ve lost my mind, but I don’t care. I don’t care about pride, about dignity, about anything except her.
I plead, almost begging. “Please, Dad. Please. I’ll do anything. Just help me get her back into college. She doesn’t deserve this. She’s the best fucking professor they’ve ever had, and they ruined her because of me.”
I never asked my father to do anything for me, but for Iva, I can do anything. Because she means everything to me.
His jaw tightens. He runs a hand through his hair, muttering under his breath before finally sighing. “I’ll… see what I can do. But don’t expect miracles, Will. I can’t promise you anything.”
I feel relief and dread at once. It isn’t a yes. But it isn’t a no.
“Thank you,” I say, hugging him. “Thank you, Dad.”
Now I have to find Iva.
And I won’t get relief until I hold her in my arms and reassure her that everything will be fine.