Chapter 2

I couldn't recall anything from my early childhood. From my earliest memories, I grew up in an orphanage. At ten, I was adopted by the Sterling family.

At the time, the Sterlings were heartbroken, having lost their biological son. Even with me, the atmosphere in their home was perpetually somber.

Mr. and Mrs. Sterling were strict parents. They constantly compared me to Asher, hoping I would grow into the perfect rich kid.

Those years were tough. Endless lessons, countless talents to learn, and a constant stream of scolding.

Chloe was the only light in those oppressive years.

She was ethereal, quiet, yet handled everything with effortless grace, approaching perfection.

She was like the most dazzling princess in a crowd, and I couldn’t tear my eyes away.

The Sterling and Taylor families were close. They'd always spoken of an arranged marriage between our children since we were kids.

When the real Asher went missing, that engagement fell to me, their adopted son.

From ten years old to twenty-one, I knew she was my future fiancée.

I willingly followed Chloe, my every joy and sorrow tied to her.

Chloe never explicitly reciprocated, but she never rejected me either.

She played the part of a suitable fiancée, walking by my side.

I thought she saw the boy who quietly adored her, that she was touched by me, willing to accept my affection, and offering some care in return.

But just as I believed our relationship was growing stronger, Asher returned.

And from that day, everything changed.