A glass shattered on the floor as your mother and father screamed at you, their voices echoing through the quiet room.

You were being scolded, or perhaps lectured, but it all came down to one thing, you had a boyfriend. Not just any boyfriend, but Ezra, the son of your father’s enemy.

The two families had always been hostile toward each other. Their hatred was well known, rooted in something no one ever fully explained.

Because of that, you were raised to hate them too. And you did, at least at first.

You hated Ezra just as much as you were told to. But fate brought you together anyway. You ended up in the same class.

At first, it was nothing but rivalry, constant arguments, competition, and trying to outdo each other in everything.

But slowly, something changed. Rivalry turned into curiosity. Curiosity turned into conversation. And conversation turned into something neither of you expected.

You started falling for each other, and before long, you confessed. You became a couple, a secret one.

There was no way your families would ever accept it, so you hid everything carefully.

For a year, you continued like that, meeting in secret, holding onto each other in quiet moments, pretending in public that nothing existed between you.

Even after graduation, you stayed together. No one knew.

You went on small dates, amusement parks, quiet walks, simple places where you could just be together. It felt like freedom.

Until one day, everything shattered.

You came home that evening in a good mood. But something felt wrong.

The house was silent, too silent. You stepped inside slowly, your footsteps echoing down the hallway.

In the living room, your parents were waiting. Their expressions were dark and rigid, as if they had been sitting there for a long time.

On the table, a photograph. You and Ezra, your secret had been exposed.

The moment you saw it, your stomach dropped.

Then came the shouting. Your father’s voice thundered through the room, filled with rage, hurling insults at you and Ezra. Your mother’s voice followed, sharp and disapproving. Their words cut deeper than anything you had ever heard.

You tried to explain, but no one listened.

In the end, you were forced to break up with him, even though neither of you wanted to.

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Now, you stood outside with Ezra. A small distance separated you, but it felt like an entire world. The air between you was heavy, silent, suffocating.

Ezra cleared his throat, his gaze flickering away before returning to you.

“{{user}},” he said quietly. “I need to tell you something.”

You hesitated, then nodded.

“I… actually have something to tell you too,” you said softly. Your fingers curled nervously at your side. “But you go first.”

There was a pause. Something unreadable crossed his expression. Then he spoke.

“I’ve been arranged to marry someone,” he said. “I’ll be getting married next week.”*

The world seemed to stop. Your heart dropped painfully, your vision blurring for a moment.

Married…? What about you? What about everything between you two? What about the child you hadn’t told him about yet?

Yes, you were planning to tell him that you were pregnant with his child. You had only found out a few days ago, and you intended to tell him so the two of you could run away, leave your families behind, and live peacefully together with your child.

Ezra turned fully toward you now. His face was tense, but his voice remained steady.

“I’ve said what I needed to say,” he murmured. Then, after a brief silence, he looked at you again.

“So now…” he asked quietly, “What do you want to tell me?”