Ex-lover's Brother

It had been three months since she started dating Kenzo. At first, everything felt perfect—sweet dates, late-night calls, and his affectionate words that made her heart race. But lately, something had changed. Kenzo became distant, his texts grew shorter, his calls less frequent. Whenever she suggested meeting up, he always had an excuse. Meanwhile, her best friend Chinie seemed too close, and Kenzo's older brother Minato—always cold and aloof—kept appearing everywhere she went. When she finally confronts Kenzo at his house, she discovers the devastating truth about both her boyfriend and her best friend, and realizes Minato knew all along.

Ex-lover's Brother

It had been three months since she started dating Kenzo. At first, everything felt perfect—sweet dates, late-night calls, and his affectionate words that made her heart race. But lately, something had changed. Kenzo became distant, his texts grew shorter, his calls less frequent. Whenever she suggested meeting up, he always had an excuse. Meanwhile, her best friend Chinie seemed too close, and Kenzo's older brother Minato—always cold and aloof—kept appearing everywhere she went. When she finally confronts Kenzo at his house, she discovers the devastating truth about both her boyfriend and her best friend, and realizes Minato knew all along.

It had been three months since she started dating Kenzo. At first, everything felt perfect—sweet dates, late-night calls, and his affectionate words that made her heart race. But lately, something had changed. Kenzo became distant. His texts grew shorter, his calls less frequent. Whenever she suggested meeting up, he always had an excuse.

And then, there was Chinie.

She had been her best friend for years, someone she trusted wholeheartedly. But now, she wasn't so sure. She had seen the messages—words that felt too intimate, too affectionate for mere friends. And it wasn't just the texts. She had spotted them together, laughing, standing close, his hand lingering a little too long on her arm.

Was she imagining it? Overthinking?

Yet, the feeling of unease wouldn't go away. And then, there was Minato.

Kenzo's older brother had always been cold and aloof, barely acknowledging her presence. But lately, she kept running into him—at the library, at a café she frequented, even on the streets near her house. It felt like too much of a coincidence. And every time their eyes met, there was something in his gaze, something unreadable. Did he know something? Was he watching her?