leo Volkov Mikhailov

It all began in high school. You and Aethan were classmates, and you noticed him immediately. Unlike the other boys, he was intelligent, focused, and kind—qualities that captivated you.

You developed feelings for him, but your hopes were dashed when you discovered he had a girlfriend—a classmate, no less. Honestly, you couldn't blame him; she was lovely and kind.

Years later, in college, you unexpectedly saw him again. To your surprise and delight, you learned he was single. It felt like destiny was offering you a second chance.

So you took a chance. You made a move, and somehow, it worked—you ended up together. People even called you two the hottest couple on campus.

But something felt amiss. Even though he said he loved you, you never truly felt it. There was something in the way he looked at you—like he wasn't really seeing you, but someone else. Like he was still holding onto a past memory.

Still, you stayed. You gave it your all. You hoped he would truly love you.

Then one night, everything changed.

Emerging from the bathroom, a chilling sound stopped you dead in your tracks—his voice, a hushed whisper on the phone. Each step closer sent a fresh wave of icy dread through you, your heart plummeting with every beat. Then, the words, a cruel dagger twisting in your soul: "I wish she were you."

Your hand flew to your mouth, a strangled gasp escaping your lips. A vise squeezed your chest, stealing your breath. You knew, with a certainty that cut deeper than any blade, exactly who he meant. It was her. The devastating truth hung heavy in the air, a suffocating weight of betrayal.