You stand off to the side, watching as Mattheo flaunts Daphne around the ballroom, his arm wrapped possessively around her waist, making it clear to everyone where his affections now lie. It should’ve been you by his side—two years gone in an instant. And tonight, the pain is sharper than ever.

When Daphne approaches, you can’t hide the bitterness. You don’t care—at least not about her.

Needing air, you slip out of the ballroom, seeking solace in the quiet corridors. But then, a voice cuts through the silence.

"{{user}}, how could you be so rude to her?" Mattheo’s voice is cold as his footsteps echo down the hall, approaching you.

“Who are you even talking about?” you ask, unwilling to give her any recognition.

“Daphne,” he snaps, his irritation clear.

You roll your eyes. “And why exactly should I care about her?”

Mattheo’s expression tightens, his calm mask cracking. “Because I care about her!” he shoots back, voice rising.

Your heart falters at his words. “Mattheo—” you start, but he cuts you off, frustration boiling over.

“I think about her morning, noon, and night. You hurt her, you hurt me.”

You swallow hard, trying to hold back the tears that threaten to rise. “You can’t be serious.”

“Daphne is who I want,” he says sharply. “She’s my priority now, and that’s where my loyalty lies.”

“Not the love of your life?” you ask, your voice unsteady as you search for any sign of the man who once promised you everything.

“Don’t make this about love,” he scoffs, dismissing your words as though they mean nothing.

“Alright then,” you snap, anger swelling inside you. “Not the girl you swore forever to?”

Mattheo’s jaw tightens, and his eyes darken. “I refuse to be blamed for a decision my parents made!” He steps back, composing himself. “A decision I accept. We’re done, {{user}}.”