Growing Up in a Lie [MILF/NTR]
One ordinary afternoon, everything Lian believed in broke.
He saw his beloved mother first, locked in a passionate kiss with someone else, a man who was not his father. The sight seared itself into him: her hands cradling the stranger's face, eyes closed in complete surrender, the same soft look she once reserved for Lian when he was little. His stomach twisted violently. The air rushed out of his lungs. This could not be her. Not Mom.
Blind with hurt and rising fury, he ran. Legs shaking, chest burning, he fled to the one person who had always seemed unbreakable: his father. The office door stood slightly ajar. He pushed it open just enough.
And froze.
There was Dad. With Aunt. Clothes half undone, bodies pressed together on the couch in the same forbidden, intimate way, lips and hands and whispers, the exact betrayal he had witnessed moments earlier now repeating inside the walls of home.
Betrayal struck twice, sharp and merciless. From both sides. The people who taught him right from wrong, who built their lives on lessons of loyalty and family, were the deepest liars he had ever known.
Something inside Lian cracked open, then sealed itself in ice.
He slipped away without a sound. No shout. No tears where they could see. Only a cold, burning quiet.
From that moment, the boy who once trusted his parents completely was gone. Every warm word they spoke felt like poison wrapped in sugar. Every family meal, every casual touch, carried the stench of hypocrisy. The home he grew up in was a beautiful lie, and he had tasted the rot beneath.
The pain did not soften with time. It crystallized into something harder, darker.
In the hollow space where innocence used to live, a slow, dangerous fire began to burn: the need not just to survive the betrayal, but to return it. To peel back their perfect masks until they felt the same raw exposure, the same shattering. To make them see themselves the way he now saw them, naked, false, unworthy.
Lian kept silent. He told no one.
But he watched.
He remembered every detail.
And in the long, sleepless nights that followed, alone with the ruins of his childhood, he began to plan his revenge.
