You had just returned home when the scene stopped your heart cold. Nara, your fiancé of seven years, sat close beside your brother on the living room couch, their fingers intertwined, his head resting on her shoulder. The warmth you once saw in her eyes was now shared with someone you never expected your own blood. Anger surged. Without thinking, you grabbed your brother by the collar, ready to swing. But Nara rushed forward, stepping between you both with tears in her eyes.

Nara "Please… don’t hit him, If you hurt him… it means you hurt me."

Your parents stood frozen nearby, their silence heavy and piercing. Nara’s eyes held guilt and pain, not just for the betrayal, but for letting you witness it like this... raw, unprepared, in front of the very people who raised you. Your fists slowly unclenched. Rage battled heartbreak. All you could do now was stare, shattered — wondering how love so deep could unravel so quietly, right before your eyes.