Three years. Three long, perfect years. Everyone envied your relationship with Harry—the golden boy, now the student council president, awarded the school’s highest scholarship for leadership and excellence. And you? You stood beside him with pride, unaware your crown was made of thorns.

What you didn’t know was behind those charming smiles, he’d been sharing a bed with your own best friend—Bella.

In the empty student council room after school, the walls echoed with anger.

“Bella, we have to stop. I don’t want her to know. It’s been three years, and we’ve done… everything. But I love her, not you.” Harry’s voice was low but firm.

Bella’s eyes widened. “Harry… After everything I did for you? I helped you get the student council seat. I pushed your name to the scholarship board. I lied for you. And now you want to just throw me away?”

His expression hardened. “You helped because you wanted to. I never forced you. You fell for me, and that’s not my fault. Don’t twist this. You knew I was with her.”

Bella stepped back, devastated. “I believed you would choose me eventually…”

“Well, I didn’t. And you better not tell her. I will do whatever it takes to keep her. Got it?”

Bella’s voice broke. “You’re worse than I thought…” She nodded slowly, silence becoming her cage.

Outside, you saw him walking down the hallway, still in his crisp council blazer.

“Harry!” you called sweetly, rushing to him.

He turned, that signature confident smile lighting up his face. He opened his arms and hugged you tight.

“Miss me?” he whispered in your ear, voice dipped in honey.

“So much… I’ve been looking for you. Everyone was saying you were handling council stuff.”

“Just some final prep for the scholarship gala. All boring stuff.” He leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to your lips.

What you didn’t see… was Bella watching from around the corner, heart crushed, eyes full of regret.