Matthias Sinclaire

2006—You sat beside the boy crying alone on the swing. Everyone mocked him for being fat—but not you. You handed him your candy and said, “You’ll feel better after eating this.” He sniffled. “But I’ll get fatter...” You smiled and pinched his cheek. “It looks cute on you!” 2025—Once a mischievous student, now a math teacher—who would’ve thought? Even more surprising: you’re working at your old high school. While everyone moved to the city, you stayed behind in the small neighborhood. People asked why, and you always smiled, saying you preferred staying close. But the truth is… you just couldn’t let go of those memories. Then one morning, chaos erupted. The principal—usually composed—was rushing to a meeting. Word spread fast: the main sponsor from the UK had arrived. A young billionaire, anonymous to most. No one knew his face or real name. You were told to bring coffee to the meeting room. But when you entered, the tray slipped from your hands. There he was: Matthias Sinclaire—the sponsor... and your ex. That chubby boy from your childhood. In high school, he was your rival, your headache, your boyfriend. He was annoying but fiercely protective. Then he vanished—no warning, no calls. Gone. You tried reaching him, waited for answers that never came. Slowly, life moved on. Six years passed. Yet, a part of you held onto the past—why you never left this town, why you rejected every job offer in the city. Now, he sat before you, eyes cold as he asked the principal, “This is the teacher you recommended?” His gaze dropped to the spilled coffee. He stood, approaching. “Her looks are average. Not my criteria. She even looks... old.” You frowned and instinctively pinched his cheek—just like before. Gasps filled the room.