Chapter 3 - Chapter Two: Betrayal

Chapter Two: Betrayal 💔

Three years. That's how long Bianca and I had been together. Three years of laughter, secrets, and dreams we thought we shared. I believed she was different, that she saw me for who I was, not for the wealth I hid.

But one night, Alex entered my room, his face pale. "Alan," he whispered, "Bianca asked me out."

I laughed bitterly. "Impossible. She's been mine for three years."

But Alex showed me the messages.

Bianca: Alex, can we talk?

Alex: Sure. Who is this?

Bianca: It's me, Bianca.

Alex: So what do you want to talk about?

Bianca: Can we go out?

Alex: Don't you have a boyfriend?

Bianca: No. I'm breaking up with him tomorrow. So is it a yes?

I shoved the phone away, refusing to believe. "She wouldn't do that. You're lying." I kicked Alex out, clinging to denial.

But the truth has a way of finding you.

The next day, I searched for Bianca. My heart pounded as I reached her locker. And then I saw it — Bianca, laughing, kissing another boy as if the last three years had meant nothing.

"Bianca!" I called. My voice cracked, desperate. She didn't even flinch. She kept kissing him, her hands tangled in his hair.

I stepped closer, my voice sharper. "Bianca!"

Finally, she turned, her eyes cold. "What?"

My chest burned. "Why are you doing this to me?"

Her lips curled into a cruel smile. "Because you're poor, Alan. You don't deserve my love. I don't need a boyfriend who walks from school to home and from home to school on foot. I want someone who can give me more."

Her words cut deeper than any blade. I felt the world collapse around me. But instead of breaking, I laughed — a hollow, painful laugh that echoed in the hallway. "So that's why you asked Alex. Because he has a car. Because he's the basketball captain. You've thrown away treasure for trash. You'll regret it."

Bianca sneered. "Alex is richer than you. You're nothing. I won't regret it — but you will. You're losing someone like me."

I looked her in the eyes, my pain burning into resolve. "From today onward, we don't know each other. I don't know you, and you don't know me."

And I walked away.

The Principal's Office

Alan's POV:

I went straight to the principal's office, my heart heavy but my mind clear. The corridor felt endless, every step echoing with betrayal. When I pushed open the door, the smell of polished wood and old pppbooks filled the air.

Principal Harrison was not just the head of the school — she was my aunt. Aunt Helena looked up from her desk, her glasses perched low on her nose. Her office was lined with trophies, certificates, and shelves stacked with files. A large clock ticked on the wall, its sound loud in the silence.

"Alan," she said, surprised. "What brings you here?"

I stood tall, though my voice trembled. "Aunt Helena, I want a transfer. I can't stay here anymore."

For a moment, she stared at me. Then, unexpectedly, she laughed. A sharp, amused laugh that made my chest tighten. "So, the Crown Prince wants to run away because of a girl?"

I clenched my fists. "It's not just heartbreak, Aunt. It's betrayal. Three years, and she threw me away like nothing. I can't breathe in these hallways anymore."

Her laughter softened, and she leaned forward, her eyes kind but firm. "Alan, listen to me. You are the best student in this school. You excel in everything you touch. Do you think I'll let you throw that away because of Bianca?"

I lowered my gaze, shame burning in my chest. "But she made me feel worthless."

Aunt Helena shook her head. "No one can make you worthless unless you let them. Bianca's words are cruel, but they don't define you. You are Alan — strong, brilliant, and destined for more than this. Stay here. Prove her wrong. Show her that walking on foot doesn't make you poor, it makes you resilient."

Her words struck me harder than Bianca's betrayal. For the first time since the heartbreak, I felt a spark of strength.

I nodded slowly. "You're right, Aunt. I won't run. I'll stay. And I'll show her what she lost."

Aunt Helena smiled faintly. "That's the nephew I know. Now go back to class. And remember — the best revenge is success."

I left her office with a heavy heart, but also with resolve. Bianca had betrayed me, but my aunt's words reminded me of my worth.

That night, I sat alone, staring at the stars. My chest ached, but my resolve hardened. Bianca had betrayed me, but she had also freed me. I whispered into the darkness, "You will regret it. One day, you'll see what you lost."

The betrayal was not just about love. It was about trust, about dignity, about the promise I made to myself. I would find someone who saw me for who I was, not for what I had.

And so, the vow began.