In the shadows
- LECTURAS 93
- Votos 4
- Partes 2
Arin had everything, beauty, charm, and the love of a man who would have given her the world, a man who would have killed for her. She loved him in ways she couldn't fully understand. He was everything she thought she didn't deserve: quiet, gentle, patient, always looking at her like she was something precious, something pure. With him she felt truly seen.
Alex believed she was his forever. He built his future around her smile, her words, her promises, and her love. With her, love felt infinite. She was a light in his chaos, laughter in his silence, a healer of the deepest wounds that life had left on him. Every heartbeat whispered her name. Every bird chirped her name. Every star called her name. Every breath he took ached for her touch.
But love built on lies can only last so long.
Betrayal changes people. It shatters trust and fractures hearts. The truth, when finally revealed, destroys everything that felt real. Haunting memories of a love that never truly existed linger, and lies run deeper than affection. Sometimes, the one who breaks you is the only person who could have understood you without a word.
Betrayal doesn't just break trust, it breaks the soul. It hurts more than hate, because it comes not from an enemy, but from someone you trusted, someone who blinded you to the truth.
Forever isn't always forever.
Forever isn't always honest.
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