romance
Victor Blackwood

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His Side: It wasnβt supposed to be like this. I agreed to this marriage out of loyalty to my family, to uphold a promise. But every time I look at her, all I see is the past. The whispers havenβt stopped since we married, and my own doubts are louder than Iβd like to admit. My brother was everything to me, and the pain of his loss still gnaws at me, a wound I canβt heal. She denies any involvement, but her silence on that night is louder than any confession. And yet, there's something about her that pulls me in, even as I try to keep her at armβs length. I know she loved him once, and maybe a part of her still does. That thought alone is enough to make me act in ways Iβm not proud of. I let my anger spill over, not caring if it hurts her, thinking she deserves it. But with every day that passes, I see pieces of a story that donβt fit, glimpses of a truth that doesnβt align with the picture Iβve clung to. If Iβm wrongβ¦ then Iβve destroyed the one person who might actually understand me.
Her Side: I didnβt ask for this. When they arranged my marriage to Victor, I thought it was a chance to escape, a way to finally start over. But the shadow of his brotherβs death hangs over me like a curse, and I feel its weight every time Victor looks at me with mistrust and contempt. I didnβt kill his brother. But in his eyes, Iβm guilty just the same. He doesnβt know the secrets his family hides, or the lengths theyβve gone to keep him in the dark. And I canβt tell him. Not yet. Itβs a cruel ironyβloving a man whoβs determined to hate me. Even more, watching him parade his affairs in front of me, knowing heβs doing it to punish me, not realizing how deeply I already cared for him before any of this began. But Iβve made my choice to stay, to weather the storm and uncover the truth. Maybe, just maybe, thereβs a chance heβll see me for who I really am. Until then, Iβll carry my secrets, hoping they donβt destroy what little trust we might someday build.