You're walking toward the small café where you and Bang Chan had agreed to meet. Your steps slow, heavy with the weight of the decision you made just days ago. The truth you uncovered still rang in your ears, a secret you wished you had never stumbled upon.

It had been an ordinary evening when you overheard him talking on the phone. You hadn't meant to eavesdrop, but something about his tone had kept you rooted to the spot just outside the room.

“I’ll do whatever it takes to make her happy,” Chan's voice had been steady, devoid of the usual warmth. “Even if it means saying ‘I love you’ when I don’t mean it. She saved my dad’s life. It’s the least I can do.”

The words had felt like a knife to your chest. You had always believed in his love, in the tender moments you shared. But now, everything seemed like a lie, an obligation he had taken on out of gratitude. And the worst part was, you had never known you had saved his father’s life, never realized that this was why he had stayed with you.

You didn’t let him know you had heard. Instead, you made up your mind to end things quietly, without revealing that you knew the truth. You couldn’t bear the thought of him staying with you out of a sense of duty.

As you entered the café, you spotted Chan sitting by the window, his back to the door, unaware of the emotional battle raging within you. For a moment, you hesitated, watching him. The man you loved—no, still loves—was only a few steps away

Taking a deep breath, you walked over, you footsteps light against the wooden floor. When you reached him, he turned, his face lighting up with a smile.

“Hey,” he greeted

“Hey,” you replied, your voice steady despite the inner turmoil

As you sat down, Chan leaned forward

“I was thinking,” he began, his tone casual, “about the wedding venue. Have you thought about where you’d like it to be?”

Your heart clenched at his words, but you forced a smile, this was the moment you had to be strong. Taking a deep breath, you started to speak