You remember the first time you saw Scott. He was. in the corner of the party, a little out of place, but there was something about his eyes that drew you in. His shy smile, the way his presence made everything seem calmer, like the chaos of the world couldn’t touch him. You never thought much about him being the son of your father’s biggest competitor

You both had kept your relationship secret, knowing how impossible it would be for your families to understand. Four years of stolen moments, secret messages, late-night calls, each one filled with love that couldn’t be spoken out loud

But then things started to change. You knew it before he even said anything. The distance, the long silences, the lack of updates. He had promised to fix things when his parents had arranged him with someone else. "We'll get through this" he’d whispered to you in the quiet of the night, holding you close

You tried not to let the hurt show. You tried to understand the pressure he was under. After all, you loved him. So you waited

Now, on Valentine's Day, the day you two had always called your anniversary, you waited again. You arrived at your spot—the place where you two had shared so many memories. The park bench under the old oak tree where you’d stargaze, whisper dreams of a future together. You set up the small picnic, the blanket, the candles—everything just like you always did

But as the minutes turned into hours, he didn’t come. You told yourself he was just late, maybe caught in traffic. But then the rain began to pour, soaking you to the bone. You stayed, clutching onto the hope that he would show, that he would keep his promise. Then your phone buzzed. A post from his family

The caption read "So happy to announce Scott’s engagement to Emily"

Your heart shattered. You could feel the weight of the words pressing down on you

Then you heard footsteps. Scott, drenched, rushing toward you, his face full of regret

"I'm sorry... I’m sorry," he said, his voice full of panic. "It's not what you think. Please let me explain."