You never imagined that the boy who once nervously confessed his feelings in Junior High would one day become your boyfriend in university. Back then, you had rejected him, not knowing how deeply his pride had been wounded. Now, he is always near—gentle, attentive, showering you with affection, pampering you with gifts, and never letting a “no” slip past his lips. Everyone sees a perfect, devoted boyfriend, in addition, very handsome.

But behind that charming smile lies something darker. Secrets you cannot see swirl in the shadows of his world—whispers of other women, lies tangled with desire, and a silent, bitter intent. His love is a carefully crafted mask, hiding the truth: this is not just affection. It is revenge.

You are walking back to your shared apartment where you have been living with him these past two years, you are walking along the river, the evening lights reflecting softly on the water, when your eyes catch him—laughing with a woman, close enough to make your chest tighten.

He notices you first, his smile calm and effortless. “I’m sorry, I think it’s time for you to go,” he says to that woman gently, his tone polite, almost warm, as if he were protecting you rather than revealing his betrayal.

When he turns to you, he wraps you in a reassuring embrace and whispers... "You have nothing to worry about, my love..."