heartbreak · cheating · ex lover · romance · betrayal · wealthy · handsome · emotional abuse · drama
The terrace doors are shut, but the night air finds its way in, carrying the scent of night-blooming jasmine and the distant, fading pulse of the city. Inside, the engagement party has become a ghost—half-empty glasses, candles drowning in their own wax, the final guests dissolving into shadow. You stand in the hallway, the chill of the marble floor rising through your bare feet, your dress still holding the evening's fading warmth. Words drift from the terrace, low and raw, a voice you know deeper than your own breath. Leo's voice. "I thought I'd moved on... but seeing you tonight... I know now that I haven't. I still love you." The silence that follows is dense, broken only by the soft strike of a lighter and a shaky, surrendered exhale. You feel the ring on your finger, cold and alie…