My younger brother, Brett, always competed with me.

When we were kids, he fought for our parents' attention. When we grew up, he went after my girlfriends.

But every time he tried to sneak into Serena's bed, she'd ruthlessly kick him out.

I'm your brother's girlfriend, no one's taking me away.

I was 25 when I passed the police academy's final assessment.

Brett brought over a cake, his eyes, usually filled with a defiant glint, surprisingly subdued.

Serena held a bouquet of flowers, and the engagement ring she raised glinted in the warm light.

In that moment, I felt like the luckiest man in the world.

Until my first mission. I kicked open a hotel room door,

And there I saw my brother, Brett, pinning Serena beneath him, engulfed in a moment of raw passion.


Serena's white shirt was a rumpled mess.

Her collar gaped open, fresh hickeys blooming on her collarbone.

My own brother, Brett, held her down, his movements clumsy yet audacious.

In that instant, my world imploded around me.

My heart felt like it was being squeezed by a giant hand, the pain stealing my breath.

Brett finally looked up, his face flushed with a drunken, lustful haze.

When he saw me, he deliberately shifted, a smug, triumphant grin playing on his lips.

"Took you long enough, big brother. A little later, and you would've missed the show."

Serena never once looked at me. She just pulled her blazer tighter around Brett.

It was my birthday gift to her last month, bought with half a year's salary.

I forced myself to look away, speaking to my colleague behind me.

"Take them in."

The ride back to the precinct was filled with a chilling silence.

I sat in the passenger seat, feeling the gazes from the back seat.

A cocktail of pity, shock, and barely contained gossip.

I was a walking punchline.

A colossal joke, betrayed by my own brother and my fiance.

At the precinct, I was assigned to record the interrogation.

Behind the one-way mirror, I watched Brett in the interrogation room.

There wasn't a trace of shame or remorse on his face.

"Officer, I'm not a hooker. We're in love. I love her, she loves me, we've been together for a long time."

His voice came through clear as day, every word a razor-sharp blade, shredding my heart to pieces.

"I know every mole on Serena's body."

"I told you, I'd take everything from Ryan. First, it was Mom and Dad's love. Now, it's Serena."

The documents in my numb fingers slipped, scattering across the floor.

My vision blurred, my stomach churning violently.

A colleague grabbed my trembling body.

"Ryan, you okay? Maybe take a break?"

Through my hazy vision, I saw Serena emerge from another interrogation room.

She walked straight past me, her voice chillingly clear.

"Brett is still young, he doesn't know any better."

"I'll take full responsibility for everything."

The way her eyes lingered on Brett showed a mix of panic and tenderness I hadn't seen in ages.

Captain Miller told me to go home and rest.

I don't know how I got back to my apartment.

In the empty living room, I frantically dialed Serena's number like a madman.

Dozens of calls. From no answer to outright hanging up.

Finally, my phone screen lit up, but it wasn't her calling back.

I shakily opened the email.

It was an official termination letter from the precinct.

The reason: Misconduct during an arrest, causing significant harm to the individual involved.




Attached was a formal complaint, signed by Serena herself.

I collapsed onto the cold floor, my gaze empty, fixed on the dining table.