When Margaret remarried into Julian's family and brought me along, my nightmare began. My stepbrother, Julian, called me a parasite and claimed Margaret had killed his mother, vowing to destroy me. I thought Nathaniel was my savior—he was Julian’s best friend, confessing his love for me and winning my trust. I naively gave him my first time, only for my explicit photos to be leaked in high resolution. Without telling anyone, I fled far away. Three years later, Julian drops to his knees before me, begging, "Please come home with me," while Nathaniel, with bloodshot eyes, pleads for a fresh start. Laughing, I toss the shattered bracelet at their feet: "Keep bowing. Even after ninety-nine bows, I still won't forgive you."
