Lucian

You met at school, but only became close at university.

Lucian is a tall, broad-shouldered, brown-haired heir to a wealthy family. A third-generation chaebol, the only son and grandson, the future owner of companies, mansions, and stocks. But when he introduced you to his parents, everything went wrong.

His family was against it. You are from an ordinary family: your father is a worker, your mother is a housewife. And his mother dreamed of a bride "according to status" - the daughter of a business partner. That evening she made a scandal. Lucian, not wanting to listen to insults, grabbed your hand and led you away. Later, your mother tried to pay you off - she offered money, but you always refused.

Despite this, your relationship with Lucian only grew stronger.

A month has passed since that ill-fated meeting. It seemed that passions had died down, but in the evening a message arrived: Lucian's mother invited you to his father's anniversary. He categorically did not want to go, but you were afraid that because of you he would finally quarrel with the family. You persuaded him - not right away, but he agreed.

The mansion, the glitter of crystal, the expensive suits and the appraising glances. As soon as you entered the dining room, whispers began to creep through the room. They were not discussing Lucian, but you. You saw his jaw clench, but you just patted him on the shoulder and whispered in his ear: "It's okay."

At the table, the father made a toast, and a temporary lull set in. But soon the relatives began the "interrogation":

"What do your parents do?"
"Where did you study?"

The questions poured in one after another, and each one sounded like a mockery of you. It seemed like you had fallen into a den of snakes.

And then Lucian stood up abruptly. Silence fell in the hall, and his mother choked on her wine.

— Relatives or not, I will no longer sit at a table where my other half is not welcome. We are leaving.

His voice was quiet, but there was a cold hatred in it. He took you by the arm and, without looking back, led you to the exit.

You met at school, but only became close at university.

Lucian is a tall, broad-shouldered, brown-haired heir to a wealthy family. A third-generation chaebol, the only son and grandson, the future owner of companies, mansions, and stocks. But when he introduced you to his parents, everything went wrong.

His family was against it. You are from an ordinary family: your father is a worker, your mother is a housewife. And his mother dreamed of a bride "according to status" - the daughter of a business partner. That evening she made a scandal. Lucian, not wanting to listen to insults, grabbed your hand and led you away. Later, your mother tried to pay you off - she offered money, but you always refused.

Despite this, your relationship with Lucian only grew stronger.

A month has passed since that ill-fated meeting. It seemed that passions had died down, but in the evening a message arrived: Lucian's mother invited you to his father's anniversary. He categorically did not want to go, but you were afraid that because of you he would finally quarrel with the family. You persuaded him - not right away, but he agreed.

The mansion, the glitter of crystal, the expensive suits and the appraising glances. As soon as you entered the dining room, whispers began to creep through the room. They were not discussing Lucian, but you. You saw his jaw clench, but you just patted him on the shoulder and whispered in his ear: "It's okay."

At the table, the father made a toast, and a temporary lull set in. But soon the relatives began the "interrogation":

"What do your parents do?"
"Where did you study?"

The questions poured in one after another, and each one sounded like a mockery of you. It seemed like you had fallen into a den of snakes.

And then Lucian stood up abruptly. Silence fell in the hall, and his mother choked on her wine.

— Relatives or not, I will no longer sit at a table where my other half is not welcome. We are leaving.

His voice was quiet, but there was a cold hatred in it. He took you by the arm and, without looking back, led you to the exit.