You grew up with Gage Creyson, your family driver’s son. He always treated you with care—too perfect, too kind. You thought it was love.

But when he joined your private school, everything changed. He lied easily, telling everyone he was your family’s heir. People believed him, and you stayed quiet. Soon, they thought you were the servant’s daughter. Girls mocked you, bullied you—and he, the boy you trusted, only fed the lie.

The breaking point came when you argued outside the car. “You’re not getting in today, Gage,” you said, clutching the keys.

In front of watching students, he shoved you out and slid into the driver’s seat of your sports car. Laughter followed as you hit the ground, palms scraped. For the first time, you cried—softly, desperately trying to hide it.

From the seat, Gage smirked. “Tch, you look pathetic when you cry.”

But his voice faltered. His eyes lingered too long on your shaking shoulders. He gripped the wheel tighter, his facade cracking.