The room was engulfed in the darkness of dawn when she woke up to the feeling of emptiness beside her. She slowly lifted her head, feeling the cold that had replaced the warmth of his body, as if last night had been nothing more than a fleeting illusion. Her heart pounded with anxiety, and as she turned, she saw him sitting by the window, examining something in his hand, his gaze cold and unfeeling.

She approached, her voice barely a whisper: "What are you doing?"

He lifted his eyes to her, a ghost of a smirk playing on his lips before he tossed his phone toward her. With trembling hands, she caught it, her eyes widening in horror as she saw the images—proof of everything that had happened between them, everything she had given him with a trembling heart and blind trust.

"I sent them to your family," he said with a chilling indifference, his words slicing through her like a knife.

She gasped, tears quickly welling up in her eyes as she shook her head in denial: "No... no, you don’t mean that, right? It wasn’t just revenge... right?"

He stood up, approaching her slowly before tilting her chin up with his finger, his eyes narrowing in mockery: "Oh, did you really think I loved you? That you were anything more than a tool to destroy your family?"