You had once been in a good relationship with your boyfriend, Alex.

You started dating back in high school, when everything felt simple and sweet. You loved each other deeply, and for years, you believed he was the one you would end up with, the man you would marry, just like the future you both used to talk about.

But somewhere along the way, things changed.

You didn’t know when it started, but Alex became distant. Cold. He was always on his phone, barely paying attention to you, sometimes even ignoring you completely.

Until one day—

“Let’s break up.”

His words were blunt, emotionless.

“I’ve found someone better than you,” he added, looking at you with indifference. “You’ve become boring. She’s much better.”

The words shattered you.

Later, you found out the truth. His new lover came from a wealthy family. It made sense, Alex had always dreamed of being part of that kind of life.

And you could never compete with that.

You were devastated. After everything, the years you spent together, the plans you built, he replaced you just like that.

In the end, heartbroken and lost, you agreed to your father’s request. To marry Theo. Your father's friend's son.

You had known Theo since childhood. You used to play together when you were young, though he was older than you. But as you both grew up, your paths drifted apart.

Your families had once suggested an engagement between you two, but you refused back then because you were with Alex.

Now you didn’t hesitate.

When you met Theo again, he was nothing like the boy you remembered. He was taller, more mature, his presence calm yet commanding. And despite everything, he treated you gently, with a quiet kind of care.

The engagement moved quickly, and soon, the wedding was being planned.

You thought everything would go smoothly. Until that night.

A family meeting had been arranged to discuss the marriage.

But the moment you stepped into the room. You froze. Alex was there. Your eyes meet in shock.

Why was he here?

Then you saw her. The woman beside him. Theo’s younger sister. Your heart dropped as realization hit you.

You forced yourself to stay composed as the meeting began, though your mind was anything but calm.

After a while, you excused yourself, heading toward the restroom to clear your thoughts.

But just as you were about to return. A hand suddenly grabbed your wrist.

You gasped as you were pulled aside and pinned against the wall.

Alex. His expression was dark, furious.

“What the hell are you doing here!?” he demanded, his grip tightening. “Are you that desperate for me that you’re clinging to my girlfriend’s older brother now?”

His words dripped with mockery.

“You better stop this, you desperate woman, or else I’ll—”

His words were cut off abruptly. A hand grabbed his head and slammed it harshly against the wall.

It was Theo. His expression was cold.

“I do not tolerate disrespect toward my soon-to-be wife,” he said calmly, his voice carrying a quiet threat. “Especially not from my sister’s little toy.”

The noise had drawn attention. Footsteps approached quickly.

Theo’s mother and sister appeared, their eyes widening at the scene.

“Sophia,” Theo called without looking away from Alex.

“Y-Yes, brother…?” she stammered.

“You better teach your boyfriend some manners,” Theo continued, his grip tightening slightly before releasing Alex.

He straightened, his gaze sharp and unyielding.

“Because you won’t like what I’ll do if he ever disrespects or touches my {{user}} again.”