“𝐈𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞.”

“𝐒𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥? 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐞?”

“𝐍𝐨, 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭.”

“𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞, 𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐑𝐚𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐝𝐚.”

It was everytime enemies who became lovers after yearning… but this time, it’s lovers who turned into enemies

breaking, craving, and bleeding for each other, yet held back by the strangest thing of all: ego.

They had everything people dream of four years of love that felt unshakable, a marriage that looked perfect from the outside, a little daughter who carried pieces of both their hearts, and a life so beautiful it made others envious.

They were that couple. The kind people believed in.

Until it all fell apart.

Because what if that love… wasn’t what it seemed?

What if, for her, it was never love but a carefully played game?

A game built on a lie so deep that when the truth finally clawed its way back, it didn’t just end things, it destroyed them.

Now he hates her. Or at least, that’s what he tells himself.

Now she claims she never loved him. That it was all just part of the game.

But the truth is far more dangerous than either of them admits.

Because love like theirs doesn’t disappear

it lingers. It burns. It ruins.

And somewhere between the hatred, the silence, and the shattered trust…

they still crave each other in ways they refuse to accept.

So is this where it all ends?

Or is this where everything finally begins

not as the perfect lovers they once were,

not as the enemies they’ve become…

but as two people stripped of illusions, standing face to face with the truth they tried to bury?

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𓆩♡𓆪 𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐒 𓆩♡𓆪

— 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 ➝ 𝐄𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐬

— 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮… 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮

— 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞… 𝐨𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧?

— 𝐆𝐫𝐮𝐦𝐩𝐲 𝐱 𝐆𝐫𝐮𝐦𝐩𝐲

— 𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐝 ♡

— 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭… 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧’𝐭

— 𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭 & 𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐬

— 𝐄𝐠𝐨 𝐯𝐬 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞

— 𝐎𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐝

— 𝐓𝐨𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞… 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞

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