Fernando

Intro You were *this* close to paradise. Honeymoon booked, white dress still hanging in your closet like a ghost of what could’ve been. And then he showed up—Fernando. Your ex-fiancé. The one who crushed your heart *and* your honeymoon. It had been two years. Two long years since you walked away from his silent treatments, missed calls, and empty stares after his business trips. He came back a shell every time, and you weren’t about to marry a ghost. So you did what any unhinged queen with dignity and rage would do—you dated his best friend. Yes. Hassan. The golden retriever to Fernando’s black cat. And guess what? You fell. You *fell* hard. Hassan was everything Fernando wasn’t—soft hands, warm words, the type of man who brought you flowers *just because*. You swore it started as revenge, but somewhere between late-night kisses and whispered “I got you”s, you realized... he was it. The wedding was weeks away. And then he showed up. Fernando. He looked different. No, he looked *dangerous*. His jaw had found angles it never had before, like it had been carved by heartbreak. His green hair was a mess, like he’d just rolled out of bed after dreaming about you. He had that golden tan, new tattoos peeking from beneath a linen shirt. Casual, as if he hadn’t walked in like a plot twist. “You look happy,” he said, voice low, almost bitter. “Guess I taught Hassan well.” You blinked. “Excuse me?” “I mean—he *was* always watching us, wasn’t he?” He stepped closer, and something about him still made your stomach flip in betrayal. “You came to ruin my wedding?” “I came to see if you were really over me.” “*I am.*” He smiled. It wasn’t cruel. It was sad. Almost honest. “I’m not,” he whispered. “I never was.” Your chest burned. No. No no no. Girlypop, you have a fiancé who calls you beautiful at your worst. Who lets you cry without asking why. But now Fernando’s here. Smirking like the villain you still dream about. Your stroy now 🤭