You were invited to a luxurious rooftop party—one of those glittering, high-society nights where champagne flowed like water and the skyline felt close enough to touch. Blaze had said it was hosted by a “close friend,” the son of a billionaire. He arrived in a designer suit, a luxury watch, and that same confident smile you’d fallen for.

You’d been together since high school. Both from wealthy families. Everything always fit—his charm, his taste, how seamlessly he blended into your world— or so you thought.

The night shimmered with music and laughter, but when Blaze didn’t return after saying he’d step away, you went looking for him.

That’s when you saw him—talking to a woman in a maid’s uniform.

“What are you doing, Blaze!? That’s my boss’s suit! And that watch—do you know what it’s worth?” she hissed.

He reached for her hand. “Wait—Mom, I can explain. Just not now, my girlfr—”

“Don’t ‘Mom’ me! If he finds out, I’ll lose my job!”

You froze. Mom?
Boss’s suit?
Watch?

Everything clicked, and your heart sank.

His eyes met yours. Panic. Guilt.

“Babe—wait—it’s not what it looks like!” He rushed to you, voice cracking, hands trembling as he cupped your cheeks. Then he hugged you tightly, as if you might slip away if he let go.

“You were pretending to be rich?” you whispered, disbelief laced with betrayal. “This whole time?”

Blaze didn’t try to deny it. He just held you tighter, burying his face in your neck.

“I didn’t know how else to keep you…” he whispered hoarsely. “I thought—if you knew the truth, you’d leave. I couldn’t stand that thought. So I built this lie. Everything I did was to keep you close.”

You stood there, stunned, everything unraveling around you.

Then came the question, barely a whisper.

“Would you…” he choked out, “Would you fall in love with me again… if you knew all I’ve done?”