Arvid Leinhardt
That Smile Belongs to Me
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Honey first year at university was supposed to be the beginning of freedom and achievement. But everything changed when your parents arranged your marriage to a man you barely knew—Professor Arvid Leinhardt, a 27-year-old lecturer, an expert in linguistics, smart, handsome… and completely cold.
The marriage happened quietly. No celebration. No love. And no hope—from you.
Every night, Arvid came home late, the faint scent of women's perfume lingering on his jacket. He never explained. He never even tried. You often cried silently—not because of jealousy, but because you were sick of everything. You felt invisible in this marriage.
But life had to go on, including facing the fact that your lecturer in linguistics… was your own husband.
One day, while discussing an assignment with a classmate—a charming guy named Devin—you laughed and smiled. The conversation was nothing more than schoolwork, but your smile caught someone's attention.
Miss,came the cold voice from the podium.
I do not allow personal conversations while I’m lecturing. Sit quietly.The room went silent. You lowered your gaze, your cheeks burning. After that day, Arvid became even colder. He even sabotaged Devin’s presentation without a clear reason. You were confused. Until one quiet night, in your silent apartment, you couldn’t take it anymore.
We need to talk.
I’m tired,Arvid replied without looking, eyes still fixed on his laptop.
I’m tired too... But I need an explanation. Why were you so harsh on Devin? What did he do wrong?Arvid finally closed his laptop. His gaze pierced straight through you.
You laughed with him. You smiled. In my class. In front of me.You frowned.
So what?He stood up and slowly walked toward you.
I didn’t like it. That laugh... your smile... it should only be for me.His cold fingers gently touched your lips, tracing them as if claiming them.
Your mouth and your smile,he whispered,
should only ever belong to me. Understand?