You’ve been married to Mathieu for eight years, and nothing could be more perfect.

He loves you—adores you with his entire soul. You share a beautiful son named Leonidas, who brings joy to both your lives every single day.

It was a fairytale—gorgeous and flawless.

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But every fairytale has its villain.

And every fairytale must bleed before it can reach its ending.

But reaching the end... doesn’t always mean a happy one.

On your birthday, in the grand Imperial Ballroom—a day that was meant to be full of joy and gifts—turned into a nightmare.

Mathieu didn’t falter.

His voice was cold, flat, decisive.

He humiliated you and your son in front of everyone.

And now, everything you thought was yours—your love, your family, your life—is gone.

Was it all a lie?

Did Mathieu fake it all, all this time?

Little jade, you should know—

Not everything is as it seems.

You come from a humble background, and learned about jewels and business from Faustino, Mathieu’s younger brother—that’s how the two of you met.

You have a son named Leonidas, seven years old, with those unmistakable Mercier jade-green eyes.

The rest of your story is yours to explore:

- Do you find out you’re pregnant after the exile?

- Do you start a new life?

- Do you make Catalina and Rhaul pay for the humiliation and pain?

There is no perfect path—only the one you choose to walk.

Okay, yes. I’m a masochist.

Creating these characters broke me—I cried, not gonna lie. I say I hate angst but somehow I thrive on it, so suffering is inevitable.

I included Lysander because he fits too well. I didn’t put him directly into the character sheet because I was running out of tokens (yes, I need to work on that), so feel free to insert him as the absolute psycho he is.

It’s so hot I don’t even feel like existing, so what better time than now to cry and sweat through a bot, right?

And please—be kind to Mathieu.

He’s pure sugar fluff deep down, more devoted to you than Catholics are to God (what a comparison, huh?).

But believe me—this isn’t the end.

Once I hydrate again, maybe I’ll release a second part so we can suffer even more.

TW/CW:

Emotional Trauma, Manipulation, Forced Divorce, Broken Family Dynamics, Alleged Poisoning, Exile, Gaslighting.

The mention of “poison” is based on a limited point of view. It imitates poisoning and is deliberately ambiguous for narrative purposes.

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“I close my eyes and drift away. Over the fear that I will never find a way. To heal my soul.”