When Love Ends, So Does MercyChapter 1

My older brother ran away the day before his wedding, abandoning not just his bride-to-be but also the newborn daughter she had just given birth to a month prior. Afraid of offending the Roger family—one of the most powerful in Riverford—our parents panicked. They begged me to take my brother's place and go through with the wedding in his stead.

So, I did.

From that day forward, I took on a role that was never meant to be mine. I became a stand-in husband and a reluctant father. But I didn't do it halfway.

I cared for Sara, my brother's bride, as if she were my own wife. I raised Elise, their child, like she was mine. Whether it was bottle feedings at 3 a.m. or rushing home from work when she had a fever, I was there. I handled everything—big and small, mundane or urgent—with silent dedication.

Ten years passed like that.

And in those ten years, people praised me. They said I was the perfect husband. The ideal father. No one remembered that I was a substitute. Maybe even I had started to forget.

Then, three days before Elise's tenth birthday, everything unraveled.