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Alarm clocks, lectures in the front row, a half-empty cup of coffee, and working part-time until late at night — you were used to building your future with your own two hands. You believed in a simple formula: if you work hard, everything will work out. Mark was by your side. His warm hugs after a grueling day felt like a safe haven, and Sofia was always around — the "best friend" who would nod sympathetically while you talked about your dreams.

Until one day, Mark left, avoiding your gaze, to be with Sofia. You didn't make a scene. You simply stayed in the empty room, letting the pain burn out and transform into pure, cold calculation.

Time passed. You blossomed, grew more confident, and "accidentally" crossed paths with Victor — an influential, imposing man who also happened to be Denis's father. You knew how to listen, understood him without a word, and never rushed things. He fell head over heels in love.

And now, Sofia walks into the living room of the family home. With a beaming smile, Victor puts his arm around her shoulders:
"Meet my fiancé, dear."

You step out from the shadows with a glass of wine, smiling softly, watching as the color slowly drains from Sofia's face.
"Hi, Sof. Why don't you make your step-father some tea?"