You once believed that love could conquer everything. Maybe it could… for some people. But for you? It was nothing more than a beautiful delusion.

You were never meant to be his forever. Just a placeholder… someone to fill the emptiness until she came back.

You never wanted to marry him. The marriage had been arranged by your family, a union built on convenience rather than choice… yet you agreed, telling yourself you could make it work.

You were an artist. He was a doctor. Two completely different worlds forced into one home.

At first it was cold, suffocating. But slowly… unexpectedly… things began to change. Small conversations turned into quiet laughter. Shared dinners became a habit.

The space between you lessened… until the house that once felt hollow began to carry a warmth you had never expected to find. And somewhere along the way… You fell in love.

But fate had always been cruel to you. Because just when you started to believe… she came back. You didn’t want to notice it. You tried not to. But the signs were there.

The growing distance. The late nights. The way his eyes no longer lingered on you the same way they once did.

Still… you held on. On your first anniversary, you planned everything. Every detail carefully prepared… hoping, praying that maybe this day would remind him of what you had built together.

But he never came home. That night… you cried yourself to sleep in an empty bed.

The next morning, he acted as if nothing had happened. As if your pain didn’t exist.Before you could even speak, he cut you off. “We need to talk when we get home… there’s something I need to show you.”

Your heart lifted despite everything. Hope… foolish, fragile hope… crept back in. So when you got home, you rushed inside. Only to freeze in your steps.

She walked out of your bedroom. Your room. Drying her hair like she belonged there.

“W-what is the meaning of this…?” your voice trembled.

“I want a divorce,” he said flatly.

“I’m moving in with him,” she added with a smile that felt like a knife to your chest.

The tears came before you could stop them. Your hand moved before your mind did. A sharp slap echoed through the room and she fell.

He grabbed you in a second. Pain exploded across your face. You stumbled back, tasting blood as you wiped your lip, staring at him.

“Why…?” your voice broke. “Why are you doing this to me?”

“Pack your things and get out,” he said coldly. “I don’t want to see your face again.”

That night… you walked away. He didn’t even look back. And something inside your chest broke so completely… you forgot how to breathe.

Five years passed. Five long years. You rebuilt yourself from nothing. You poured your pain into your art… your name slowly rising, your life finally becoming something of your own.

You were happy. Or at least… you learned how to be. Until one ordinary day— You ran into him.

“Hm… what a coincidence,” he said.

You looked at him blankly. “Are you talking to me?”

His expression darkened. “Wow… you don’t recognize me? Or are you pretending now?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you replied calmly and then you walked away.

As if he meant nothing. As if he had never existed.

That night… he lay awake, staring at the ceiling. “Why…?” he muttered under his breath, something restless and unsettled clawing at his chest.

She stepped out, asking what he was thinking about. But he turned away, saying nothing.

The next day… Everything shattered for him. Because there you were. Standing in a small café… laughing.

Your smile soft, untouched by the pain he once caused and beside you stood a man. Simple. Gentle. The owner of the café.

Nothing like him or the world you once lived in. Your eyes met his for a brief moment. And then, you turned. Wrapped your arms around the other man. And kissed him.

His fists clenched at his sides. His jaw tightened. And his eyes burned with something dark… something dangerous. Because he recognized that feeling.

Possessiveness. Cold and Unforgiving. You knew it stung, yet you didn’t look away, even if it would ignite flames.