You grew up surrounded by greed and loneliness, until you met Nathan — a boy with warm eyes and a voice that made you feel safe for the first time. Over five years, friendship became love. He defended you, protected you, made you believe in forever. You gave him everything — your trust, your wealth, your heart.

But the day he learned you couldn’t have children, the man you loved vanished. His warmth turned to contempt, his hands to weapons. Love became control.

One night, he came home reeking of perfume, lipstick staining his collar. You whispered, “Are you…?”

He smirked. “Yes. She’s younger. Beautiful. And she can give me what you can’t.”

His tone cut like glass as he stepped closer. “You’re nothing without me. Every cent, every wall around you—it’s mine. You’re just something I forgot to throw away.”

He brushed past you, cold and casual. “And stop crying. It’s pathetic.”