CHAPTER 3: The Brother Who Underestimated Love
CHAPTER 3: The Brother Who Underestimated Love
Marco attended exactly one family gathering after our marriage.
Only one.
It happened six months later at the Moretti winter gala.
The ballroom sparkled with crystal and gold.
Guests filled the room.
Dante's hand rested comfortably against my back.
The place it always seemed to belong.
Across the room stood Marco.
Watching.
Judging.
Waiting.
Finally he approached.
Serena was no longer beside him.
Neither was the confidence he used to wear like armor.
He glanced at my wedding ring.
Then smirked.
"You'll get bored."
I raised an eyebrow.
"Of what?"
"Of him."
The arrogance remained.
Even after everything.
Marco leaned closer.
"One day you'll realize you married the wrong brother."
I looked toward Dante.
He was speaking with an elderly family friend.
Listening more than talking.
Exactly as always.
The same man who remembered every anniversary.
Every fear.
Every dream.
The same man who never once made me question my worth.
Then I looked back at Marco.
And finally understood something.
People like him confuse attention with love.
Possession with devotion.
Desire with loyalty.
That was why he could never understand Dante.
"You still don't get it, do you?" I asked softly.
His smile faded.
"What?"
"You think I married your brother because you betrayed me."
Marco frowned.
I shook my head.
"No."
I smiled.
"I married him because he never would."
For the first time in years, Marco had no answer.
And for the first time in years, I no longer needed one.
EPILOGUE (ENGLISH)
Years later, people still talked about the scandal.
The bride.
The brothers.
The betrayal.
The unexpected marriage.
But they always focused on the wrong moment.
They thought everything changed when I kissed Dante in the garden.
It didn't.
The real story began long before that.
It began every time he quietly chose kindness when nobody was watching.
Every time he protected my happiness even when it cost him his own.
Every time he loved me without asking for anything in return.
Marco taught me how betrayal feels.
Dante taught me how love feels.
And in the end, those lessons were worth more than any wedding.
Sometimes the wrong person breaks your heart.
May you like
So the right person can finally hold it.
THE END.
