You’ve been dating your boyfriend for about two years.

He was the heir to his father’s stock company where it raked in millions every year.

You didn’t come from the same background as you had grown up in the average household. You two never made it an issue and really didn’t even think of the status difference.

Till you receive a phone call with his father threatened you by saying his inheritance’s cut, leaving him with practically nothing if you did not break up with Hakim.

You didn’t have a choice and broke up with him, lying that you had fell out of love with him, to be able to secure Hakim’s future despite being heartbroken yourself.

Two weeks later, he’s outside your apartment in the rain. “Tell me why you broke up with me, don’t lie this time.” Hakim hissed.

Droplets soaking his face with his hair that you always loved to play with, starting to curl from the rain, his shirt soaked through and dark circles lining his eyes as he looked disheveled.

A completely different image of Hakim from what you had always seen.