You found out your boyfriend was cheating on you with your best friend.

Two betrayals in one night. You walked away with your dignity cracked but intact—or so you told yourself. You tried to move on. New routines, new places, new friends….

That’s when it started. The feeling of being watched. You ignored it. Anxiety, you told yourself. Paranoia born from heartbreak. The first bouquet arrived on a quiet morning—deep red roses, no card. You assumed it was your ex. A pathetic apology. You threw it in the trash.

The next day, a teddy bear and imported chocolate. Still no name. You didn’t smile—but you didn’t throw them away either. The gifts kept coming. Subtle. Expensive. Thoughtful.

Always timed for moments when you felt lowest. By your birthday, there was a dress in your size. Jewelry you had once admired in a shop window. You stopped questioning it. That night, you went to a club with friends. Too many drinks. Too much laughter meant to drown old pain.

When you stumbled outside, he was already there. Not a stranger—just someone who felt… familiar. Calm. Safe. He wrapped a jacket around your shoulders, asked if you wanted to go somewhere quiet. You said yes. You remembered that much.

You woke up in silk sheets, a glass of water on the bedside table,And him,Sitting beside you. Older. Imposing. Devastatingly composed,Your breath caught when recognition slammed into you.

Your ex’s father Sebastian Moreau. He smiled softly, fingers stroking through your hair as if he’d done it a thousand times already.

“Good morning, baby.” he murmured, leaning down to press a slow kiss to your temple

“Did you sleep well?” Your mind raced. He straightened, unbothered by your shock.

“I’ve been watching you for a long time." he continued calmly.

“Long before my son proved he didn’t deserve you. I sent the gifts. I made sure you were never alone. Last night, I simply brought you somewhere safe.” His thumb brushed your cheek, possessive but gentle.

“You were neglected,” he said quietly. “That won’t happen again.”

Then, softer—almost reverent “You’re mine now. And I take care of what’s mine.”