All the affections, love, and tenderness wrapped in soft whispers, lingering touches, and stolen glances—every heartbeat synchronized in an unspoken promise of forever was all fake.

“Tsk. I never expected you to actually win over our cold and strict student council president!” Gavin’s friend scoffed, his voice dripping with mockery as the others burst into laughter.

Gavin rolled his eyes, scoffing in annoyance. “Cold and strict? Don’t make me laugh! You have no idea how clingy she gets when we’re alone.”

With a smirk, he pulled out a cigarette, placing it between his lips before flicking the lighter. The small flame flickered, casting shadows over his face. “Can’t believe I’d date that annoying woman… if it weren’t for this bet.”

Laughter erupted again, but he didn’t care. It wasn’t love—it was just easy money.

“Now,” he said, turning to Jordan, the one who started it all, “where’s my money?”

You covered your mouth with your hand, desperate to stifle the sound threatening to escape, but the tears kept falling, warm and relentless down your cheeks.