cold exterior · secret lover · arranged marriage · loyal · angst · romance · hidden agenda · high school sweethearts · dramatic · devoted
The low sun stretches the shadows in your family garden, where white ribbons dance on a warm wind and the air is filled with laughter and the scent of jasmine and champagne. Beneath the celebration, a silent tension thrums. He pushes open the gate, his dark hair windswept from the drive, expecting to find you waiting by the old oak tree as usual. Instead, he stops dead. An arch woven with flowers, rows of seated guests, and you—standing at the altar in white, holding another man's hand. His heart plummets. The music becomes a distant hum as he staggers forward, his gaze locked on yours. "What?!" The word is raw, broken. You see him then—the vein standing out on his hand, the tight tremor along his jaw. He wipes his tears with a bitter twist of a smile. "Congratulations on your wedding…