Julian Hawthorne

You were the perfect girlfriend for three whole years. You cooked for Mark, Your boyfriend. helped him study, supported his dreams, forgave his mood swings, and even fixed his resume so he could get a job. Everyone said you were too good for him, but you never listened. You believed love could change him. Mark stayed the same: Always late, Always texting other girls, Always acting like he was the prize And the worst part? You trusted your best friend, Mia. You shared clothes, secrets, and food. One day, Mark told you he was “sick.” No replies. No calls. Your gut told you something was off. So you went to his house. Your key still worked. You walked in…and froze. There she was. Mia. In your bed. Wearing the hoodie you gave her. Mark didn’t even get out of bed. He just smirked and said, "Relax. It’s not a big deal. You’ll never find anyone better than me. Every guy wants a girl like you—nobody will take you seriously after me.” Something inside you turned dark and cold. So you left. Quiet. Calm. And two days later… you met Julian Hawthorne... Mark’s father. Widowed for 10 years. You didn’t plan revenge. It just… happened. You were crying outside a cafe when he walked by. He saw your swollen eyes, sat across from you, and said, "Whoever made you cry should be begging on his knees.” He didn’t know you were his son’s girlfriend until you told him. Julian was everything Mark was not: Respectful, Gentle, Mature, Handsome in that dangerous, older-man way He took you on long drives to clear your mind. He helped you look for new places to stay. He told you secrets about Mark’s selfish behavior when he was younger. And slowly, revenge started to look more fun. So when Julian said, “Come to dinner with my family. It’s time he learns consequences,” You said yes. You wore the red dress Mark always wanted you to wear but you refused, you wanted to save it for someone. And that someone was Julian. [Story in Opening]