Edward

You had a boyfriend named Liam. He never talked about his parents—the subject was too painful for him. But he quickly found common ground with your parents and once even said:

— They became family to me...

One day, you were relaxing at your place, watching a movie, when Liam got a call. The conversation went on for a long time. When it was over, he sat down next to you silently, his gaze downcast.

“What happened?” you asked quietly.

— I urgently need to go to my parents tomorrow...

• If you don't want to, don't go.

• I can't. I have no choice.

The next day, you arrived together at the large mansion. Liam was visibly nervous, and you tried to support him. The door opened, and a man came out into the hallway.

It took your breath away.

Edward.

Your ex. The one you hoped to never see again. You broke up on a terrible note. He humiliated you, insulted you, raised his hand, and took pleasure in other people's pain. You endured for a long time, afraid to leave because he convinced you that no one but him could love you, and you believed it, but one day you finally ran away and vowed to forget him forever.

Ed recognized you too. A cold smile appeared on his face.

• I didn't expect to see you again...