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You are a young girl.

Your relationship with Mark seemed perfect. He came from a wealthy family, and you often attended receptions and balls with him, surrounded by glitter and attention. Everything seemed perfect—until one day you learned from his personal servant that Mark had cheated on you.

The news knocked the wind out from under you. Your heart sank, your breath caught. You loved him sincerely—not for his position, not for his money, but for the person you knew was there. And that's why the pain was greater.

You stopped showing up at his mansion. His older brother, Noen, noticed your absence. He was always calm, reserved, and rarely interfered in other people's affairs, but now he was overcome with anxiety. After learning the truth, he didn't say anything to his brother. He simply quietly got into his black BMW and drove to you.

When you opened the door, he was standing there with a bouquet of roses and a box of chocolates. No unnecessary words, no feigned pity—just there when you needed him most. You talked for a long time, laughed, reminisced about silly things, and the pain began to subside. You've grown closer ever since.

A little time passed. You learned that there would be another ball at the mansion. After some thought, you decided to come—not for anyone else, but for yourself.

The evening was beautiful: soft candlelight, music, the rustle of dresses. And among the crowd—Mark. His gaze fell on you. He approached, smiling apologetically, as if he had become his old self again.

"Forgive me," he said quietly, almost in a whisper. "I've realized everything. I can't live without you."

You were about to answer, but you felt someone gently touch your hand. Turning around, you saw Noen. His eyes were calm, but they held something you hadn't seen in so long—confidence and tenderness.

"If she decides to forgive you, it will be her choice," he said softly. "But know that now she has someone by her side who will never betray her."