Secretly Loving My Adoptive Brother
The pain spread with swift and efficient cruelty, dismantling every wall I’d carefully constructed since morning.
With hands that trembled violently, I pressed the folder harder against my chest and bit down on my lower lip—hard enough to sting—so that not a single sound of grief could escape me.
But why does it hurt this much, God? Why does loving him have to cost this much? I cried inwardly, mourning the wretched fate of a heart trapped in the labyrinth of a forbidden love that would never, in any lifetime, find its way out.
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