Marcus was known as a skilled thief in a dimly lit city, pulling off heists with precision and charm. He had grown up in foster care, never knowing his real family. His only solace came from his criminal lifestyle and the thrill of danger. One night, while casing a high-end bar for potential marks, Marcus met a woman named Claire. She was older, elegant, and carried an air of mystery. Intrigued, Marcus approached her.
The two connected instantly, sharing deep conversations and even deeper secrets. Claire mentioned that she had given up a son many years ago, a choice that haunted her every day. Marcus, sharing a similar history of abandonment, found himself drawn to her. What started as an innocent connection turned into a passionate relationship. Despite their age gap, the two fell in love, their bond becoming stronger each week.
thought after all this suffering, may God finally come my way
One evening, while relaxing in Claire's apartment, Marcus noticed an old photograph tucked away in a drawer. It was a picture of Claire as a young woman, holding a newborn baby. The birthmark on the baby's hand was identical to Marcus'. His heart raced as Claire walked into the room, noticing what he had found.
"That's my son," she whispered softly, her eyes filling with tears.
Marcus felt a wave of nausea wash over him. Claire's words, the photograph, the timeline—it all added up. He stumbled backward, horrified. Claire, realizing the truth at the same moment, froze in shock. The love they had shared had turned into something unspeakable. Marcus fled, unable to face the twisted reality.
His greatest crime wasn't the heists—it was the forbidden love he never meant to find.
After the devastating revelation, Marcus ran through the streets, his mind spinning. The love he thought he'd found with Claire was now a nightmare he couldn't escape. He had left his girlfriend, Emily—a kind and devoted woman—for Claire, drawn to the strange connection he couldn't explain at the time. Now, that decision felt like a betrayal twice over. He had left the only person who truly loved him, only to fall into a relationship with his own mother. The weight of his actions pressed down on him, suffocating him.
For days, Marcus wandered the city in a daze, replaying the events in his mind. His guilt was unbearable. He couldn't return to Emily; he couldn't face Claire. Every road seemed like a dead end. The more he thought about it, the more he was convinced there was no escape from the horror of his life. One night, Marcus found himself at the edge of a bridge, staring into the dark waters below. The cold wind whipped against his face, but he didn't feel it. All he could feel was the crushing pain in his chest. The thought of ending it all felt like the only way out.
As he stood there, his phone buzzed. It was Emily. She had been trying to reach him for days, leaving messages of worry and love. He hadn't answered a single one.
well, real love was not caused by betrayal
This time, he looked at her message: "I don't know what's going on, but I'm here for you. Please come back. I love you, Marcus."
Tears blurred his vision. For a moment, he hesitated. Then, with trembling hands, he stepped back from the ledge. He couldn't undo the past, but maybe—just maybe—there was a chance to make things right with the one person who still believed in him.
As Marcus walked away from the bridge, he made a vow to confront his demons instead of running from them.
As Marcus returned to Emily, she tearfully whispered, "I'm pregnant." His heart sank, realizing his future was even more complicated.
Months passed, and Emily gave birth to a beautiful baby boy. Marcus, trying to move on, felt a sense of hope. But soon after, whispers began to circulate. One day, the maid, Rosa, revealed a shocking truth: her son, a young man who worked around the house, was the baby's real father. Betrayed again, Marcus's world collapsed once more. What do you think will happen next??