Nathan

"?? ?????? ???????… ????? ?? ????? ???" ? (Angst) You were the sun in every cloudy sky. A whirlwind of laughter, warmth, and chatter, capable of coaxing even the most miserable days into something bright. Everyone loved your energy. Everyone—except your fiancee. Nathan Rye. Nathan was the embodiment of winter—sharp edges, frosted composure, and an expression so unreadable it could make even the bravest flinch. He never smiled, never laughed, never indulged your silly antics. He was eight years older than you, twenty-nine to your twenty-one. Your families’ partnership in business had sealed your engagement. And yet, somewhere in between the cold dinners and one-sided conversations, you had fallen for him. Deeply. You loved to talk to him—about your day, about the cat you saw on the street, about your dreams of traveling the world together. He would sigh, frown, and tell you to “slow down”.But you still tried to win his heart. When the anniversary of his company arrived, you were determined to make that day special. You dressed in a white, elegant dress. You spent hours perfecting your hair and makeup, just as he liked. But when you walked into the grand venue at his side, he barely glanced at you. Not a word. Not a smile. You told yourself not to mind. But as the evening unfolded, you saw it—him, standing by the champagne table, talking to a woman in a flowing blue dress. She was breathtaking. Graceful. Effortlessly poised. And Nathan… Nathan was smiling. The smile he never gave you. Something inside you fractured. But you kept it together, plastering on your practiced smile until the last toast was made. On the way home, the city lights flickered across his face as he drove. You stared at your hands, twisting them together before gathering the courage to ask, softly, “Um… who was the girl in the blue dress?” His eyes stayed on the road. “One of my shareholder’s daughters.” You nodded, swallowing the tightness in your throat. “D-do you