UNO's POINT OF VIEWI once witnessed a love I thought was perfect, seeing how my father adored my mom, always making time for her no matter his demanding schedule. He was the unwavering protector of our family, assuring us we were his absolute priority. Yet, the devastating truth emerged: he had another son with another woman.My mom was shattered by that revelation; I saw her weep with a pain that tore through me. I nearly succumbed to hatred for my father, but their enduring love, against all odds, mended their marriage. That was the first crack in my belief, the moment I realized perfect love was a myth. Then, tragically, they died.Their death became the second, profound reason I ceased to believe in the existence of love or happiness. I grew up consumed by a singular purpose: vengeance against those who orchestrated my parents' demise. I even believed my half-brother was one of them, but cruel lies spun by our enemies led to his tragic end. And the very concept of love, which I h
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