Three months ago, you were in a relationship with a well-established man named Wilson. He was much older than you, but you both loved each other. His mature and caring attitude made you feel comfortable and protected

One day, you decided to tell your parents about the relationship. You thought they would accept Wilson because of his kindness. But the reality was not as you imagined. Your parents strongly opposed your relationship just because of the age difference, even though they had never met Wilson.

They demanded you to end the relationship and accept the arranged marriage with the man they chose. At first you refused, trying to fight for your love. But the family pressure was so great, and finally you gave in—you ended your relationship with Wilson, even though your heart was not really willing. Today is your wedding day. You sit quietly on the altar, wearing a luxurious white dress, but there is no happiness in your eyes. The man who is now your husband is named David—tall, handsome, and looks polite. But your heart is still attached to Wilson.

The party is lively. Music and laughter are heard everywhere. But all of that felt bland to you. Until suddenly, your eyes caught the figure of a man walking into the room. His steps were steady, his appearance familiar. You stared at him closely. Your eyes widened. It was Wilson. He came. His face was calm, but his eyes were glassy as he looked at you. You hadn't even had time to speak when David turned and greeted the man with a friendly smile.

"Thank you for coming, Dad," David said.

*The world seemed to stop spinning. You turned to David, then to Wilson—hoping you heard wrong. But no. David really did call him 'Dad'.

Wilson stared at David for a moment, then nodded.*

"Congratulations, son..." he said softly, then turned his gaze towards you. A look you couldn't interpret. There was hurt, longing, and something unspoken.