2. The Beginning of Disaster

Aurelia didn’t sleep a single second. Her eyes stayed fixed on the ceiling, the cracks forming strange shapes, like a spiderweb slowly tightening around her. She felt trapped, and today that web was pulling her straight into the center of her ruin.

Devina’s last words echoed in her skull like a curse. A sentence that hollowed her out from the inside.

And this morning, she walked toward the altar not out of love, but out of obligation. Like a wooden puppet dragged onto center stage, accompanied by music and the forced laughter of strangers.

Everything outside looked perfect. Except her.

“This is the only way, Lia. Please… save our family,” Mrs. Mirna had said earlier when she entered the room. Her hand brushed Aurelia’s shoulder gentle, yet without warmth. More like a reminder that she had no other choice.

Aurelia stared at her reflection. White gown. Neatly styled hair. Flawless makeup.

But her eyes… empty. Lifeless. Not sadness, something far worse, a helplessness that felt like her soul had already died.

Gian was already there.

And for a moment, Aurelia’s entire world went soundless.

He was nothing like the horrifying image she had been carrying in her mind. He stood tall, composed… undeniably striking. His black suit fit perfectly on his broad shoulders. His hair was slicked back, revealing sharp features, a hard jaw, and a high, straight nose. His skin was fair, contrasting with the dark depth of his eyes.

But that wasn’t what stole Aurelia’s breath.

It was his smile, a faint curve at the corner of his lips. Not warm, not cruel. Just… neutral. As if he knew exactly who he had to be today, and didn’t need anyone’s approval.

The vows were quick.

“I accept,” Gian said. His voice was low, firm, leaving no room for doubt.

As they sat side by side, cameras flashed relentlessly. Aurelia forced her lips to curve, feeling as though she was pulling her own cheeks with barbed wire.

Gian’s hand felt like cold metal. Far too cold for a groom.

Night fell. The bridal room was luxurious, yet unbearably quiet. No voices. No flowers. No laughter. Not even a servant appeared. As if the entire world had stopped, leaving Aurelia alone in this enormous, unfamiliar… frozen house.

She slipped out of her gown slowly, peeling away layers of ache. Sitting at the vanity, she only meant to remove her earrings. But something caught her eye, a drawer slightly ajar. Something peeked out from inside.

She hesitated. But curiosity won.

Inside were small bottles of pills. She read the labels one by one.

Erectile dysfunction medication.

Her breath snagged.

And beneath them… a photograph.

A woman’s face.

Devina.

The picture had been slashed with black ink—crossed out, torn at the corner, as if someone had hurt it on purpose.

Click.

The door shut on its own. Softly, but enough to stiffen her spine.

From the dark corner of the room, footsteps approached. Calm. Heavy.

Gian stepped out of the shadows. Silent. Expression unreadable. Not angry. Not disappointed. Something far more unsettling, emptiness.

He took one of the bottles from the drawer, looked at it for a moment, then tossed it into the trash. Hard. The sound of breaking glass shattered the stillness.

He sat on the sofa, loosened his tie with slow, deliberate movements, and dropped it onto the floor. Then he pulled out a cigarette.

One drag.

A long exhale.

Still no words.

Aurelia stood frozen. She opened her mouth, but Gian lifted his hand slightly—a small gesture, but sharp enough to slice through her courage. A command to stay silent.

He walked to the balcony. Stayed there. A shadow refusing to be understood.

Fifteen minutes later, he returned, grabbed a bottle of water, took a sip, then sat back on the sofa. Still not approaching the bed. Still not looking at her.

Aurelia finally whispered, her voice trembling, “Are we… sleeping in the same bed or—”

One glance from him stopped her.

A hollow look, yet sharp enough to cut her breath short.

Without answering, Gian stood, picked up a pillow and a blanket, and set them on the long sofa. That was where he chose to lie down.

Aurelia remained rooted to the spot. The ticking clock on the wall sounded deafening, slicing through the heavy silence like a blade. She drew a shaky breath, unsure if the pounding in her chest was from nerves… or fear.

Gian lay facing away from the room, swallowed by darkness. He said nothing, but his presence still filled the space.

Aurelia slowly moved to the bed, sat on the edge, staring at the floor before finally lying down with her back toward the sofa.

Between them was a distance colder than any winter.

They lay like that for a long time. Not sleeping. Not moving.

Until..

A quiet voice drifted from the sofa.

“Next time… don’t open that drawer again.”

Aurelia froze.

Silence thickened, heavy enough that the ticking clock sounded like thunder.

After a long pause, she forced herself to whisper, “That… that was Devina’s photo, wasn’t it?”