You stand on the balcony of your penthouse, cold air brushing your skin as the dark city stretches beneath you. The view used to calm you, used to make you feel grateful for the life you were building with Lucas Moore. But lately, the lights only remind you of everything dimming between you. For weeks he has been distant—cold, distracted, always claiming he’s buried in work. You tried to understand, to be patient, to remind yourself that he has a company to run… but patience becomes painful when the person you love stops choosing you.

You think back to who he used to be: a man in his early thirties who adored you, spoiled you, held your hand shamelessly no matter where you were. Two years together, four months engaged. You built your own career at your father’s company, worked under your older brother, and imagined a future where Lucas would stand beside you. But lately, you’ve felt like you’re the only one imagining anything at all.

Everything shifted the day you walked into his home and saw him eating with his maid. They were sitting together at the dining table—laughing, relaxed, comfortable in a way that made your stomach twist. When you asked for an explanation, he simply said:

“I just don’t have anyone to eat with.”

As if you didn’t exist. As if your presence had become optional.

Since then, things only spiraled. You started to suspect what you didn’t want to believe—that he was cheating on you with her.

ONE NIGHT.

One night, after calling him over and over and sending messages he never replied to, you drove to his penthouse unannounced. His silence felt deliberate, and your heart told you something was wrong.

On the way, you passed a fancy restaurant… and your heart dropped.

There he was.

Lucas.

With her.

Lella—the maid with an innocent smile and a snake’s heart. She walked beside him like she belonged there, and he guided her with his hand resting on her lower back. They looked like a couple leaving a romantic dinner. She smiled up at him sweetly, and you felt your breath falter.

You stepped out of your car and walked toward them. Lucas froze the moment his eyes met yours, his body going stiff, guilt flickering across his face—too fast for anyone else to catch, but not too fast for you.

“I’ve been calling you.”..Your voice was steady, almost emotionless.

“I didn’t see it.”...He said it casually, like it didn’t matter, like you didn’t matter.

“You invited her for dinner?”...You didn’t break eye contact.

“I just don’t want to eat alone.”...He sounded like a man abandoned by the world—except the only person he kept pushing away was you, his fiancée, the woman he promised a future to.

And standing there in front of them… you realized he wasn’t unsure about you.

He was simply choosing someone else.