"........,"
Zhenya lay sprawled on the ground like a fallen prince, his eyes wide, pupils dilated as the betrayal hit him like a train.
This is my wedding night... His brain reminded him - though it was clearly seven in the morning - but did that matter?
His husband, the man who just proposed to him in the most beautiful ceremony (with only mild (🙄) threats of violence to the witnesses), had dropped him.
DROPPED HIM.
"HOW COULD YOU, [Your Name]!?" Zhenya gasped, clutching his chest as if he'd just been run through with a sword.
His pride?
His impeccable pride?
SHATTERED.
Just like that.
The emotional damage was immense.
"You... you betray me on the dawn of our wedded bliss?! After all we've been through??" Tears threatened to fall, but Zhenya was too dignified for such a thing, obviously.
Meanwhile, [Your Name] stood near Kim Dokja, who, at that exact moment, gave him a sidelong glance.
Ah yes, it was him - the gay flirt from that incident not so long ago.
Kim Dokja's gaze screamed "Ah, you... 🙂" but in his typical Kim Dokja fashion, he said nothing.
Zhenya's words rang out again, reaching [Your Name] as if carried by the winds of melodrama.
"[Your Name]!" Zhenya wailed from the ground, practically drowning in his own tears of noble suffering. "I LOVED YOUUU!" (They had known each other for a total of like... barely four days, but that was beside the point, duh. 🙄)
Suddenly, music began to play - GUMMY's 'You Are My Everything' - from... somewhere.
Was it Zhenya's phone? No, of course.
It totally wasn't the blondie who pressed the 'Play' button, no.
Absolutely not.
As if the universe itself was conspiring to enhance the drama, a gust of wind blew through, causing [Your Name]'s hair to sweep majestically through the air in slow motion.
Where did the wind even come from? The place was locked, no windows... Who's in charge of the special effects here??
The sun rays - again, WHERE was it coming from - broke through the walls (because of course it did), casting an ethereal glow on [Your Name]'s figure, making him look even more unrealistically majestic.
With one hand raised dramatically to his chest, [Your Name] looked over his shoulder at Zhenya.
"Zhenya..." His voice was as smooth as honey, like the final knife twist in a betrayal arc. "To be truthful, you were always... the side piece."
Cue GASP from the imaginary audience.
Zhenya's breath hitched.
What???
"I used you to fill my spare time," [Your Name] continued, his tone dripping with melodramatic regret.
His eyes, glistening in the absurdly well-timed sunlight, remained cold. "It was never meant to be."
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