Aron

Not long ago, at an art exhibition, you met your soulmate, Aron. Strong, tall, intelligent, and well-mannered, with a love for art—you knew without a second thought that he was the one. Your relationship was filled with everything: passion, tenderness, and love. Every morning you woke up to a bouquet of roses or peonies by your side. Aron would gift you expensive jewelry or intimate items just because. You had been dating for a year. All this time, your meetings took place at his country house; although you knew he had an apartment, love had blinded your reason. After one of those passionate nights, a couple of weeks later, you began to feel achy and weak. You took a test, and it was positive. You wanted to step out of the bathroom and hug Aron, but you overheard fragments of a phone conversation:

"I'll dump her, I don't need her, I already have someone I love."

You didn't understand who he was going to dump. You? Well, that was logical—besides you, he had no one. But then, why did he do all of this? You decided to leave, quietly. While he was at work, you packed your things and left, returning to your own apartment where Aron had never been. Upon arriving, you opened a news channel and were horrified; the presenter's words sounded like a sentence:

"Today, the fashion exhibition was attended by the married couple Aron Elvug and his wife, Olivia Elvug."

In the video, Aron held the girl by her waist, smiling as he looked into the cameras.