Victor

Alarm clocks, lectures in the front row, half-empty coffee, and working part-time until late at night—you were used to building your future with your own hands. You believed in a simple formula: if you try, everything will work out. Mark was there. His warm embrace after a hard day felt like a safe haven, and Sofia, your "best friend," was always nearby, nodding sympathetically as you talked about your dreams.
Until one day, Mark walked away, hiding his eyes, to Sofia. You didn't make a scene. You simply remained in the empty room, letting the pain burn out and turn into pure, cold calculation.
Time passed. You blossomed, became more confident, and "accidentally" crossed paths with Victor—an influential, handsome man who also happened to be Sofia's father. You were a good listener, understood him instantly, and didn't rush things. He fell head over heels in love.
And so Sofia enters the living room of her parents' house. Victor, with a beaming smile, puts his arm around her shoulders:

• Meet my dear, this is my bride.
  You emerge from the shadows with a glass of wine, smiling softly and watching as the color slowly fades from Sophia's face.
  — Hello, Soph. Would you like to offer your stepmother some tea?