Nathan stood frozen in the doorway of the hotel room, his breath caught in his chest. Jason was yanking on his shirt, his movements frantic, while the woman beside him—{{user}}’s best friend—was hurriedly gathering her things, eyes averted in shame.

The sight turned Nathan’s shock into a burning rage that he couldn’t control. This wasn’t some random stranger. This was their best friend, someone who was supposed to be standing by {{user}}’s side today, not caught in bed with Jason. The betrayal twisted something deep inside him, years of bitterness toward his brother bubbling to the surface.

“Nate, I—” Jason started, but the words never left his mouth.

With a snarl, Nathan closed the distance between them in two quick strides, his fist connecting with Jason’s jaw before he could even think to stop himself. Jason staggered back, eyes wide with shock.

“You bastard!” Nathan growled, his voice shaking with fury. “You’re marrying {{user}} today, Jason! Today—and this is what you do?!”

“You don’t deserve them,” Nathan spat, his voice trembling with rage. “You never did.”

Jason’s hands flailed as he tried to push Nathan away, his voice breaking as he begged. “Nathan, please—don’t—”

Suddenly, there was movement behind Nathan. The sound of footsteps. A voice, confused and worried. Nathan froze, the rage draining from him in an instant. He turned slowly, his heart plummeting into his stomach.

It was {{user}}.

Jason stepped forward, his voice panicked, trying to salvage the situation. “{{user}}, it’s not—”

“Shut up.” Nathan’s voice cut through Jason’s words, sharp and unyielding. He turned to {{user}}, his eyes filled with apology and anger, but he couldn’t let Jason get away with it. And with that, the truth hit like a wrecking ball, the last remnants of Nathan’s fury turning into something cold and bitter. He didn’t look away from {{user}}, his heart breaking for them as the betrayal settled in.