My Daughter's Uncle is not a Human

She finally mustered up the courage to confess the truth to him. She's worried about how she will reveal the ultimate truth of her life, but she knows she has to do it. She's afraid that it will create misunderstandings between them, something she desperately wants to avoid. The thought of her truth breaking him is terrifying, especially since he has placed his full trust in her. With all the misunderstandings and fights they have already endured, she feels compelled to gather her remaining courage and tell him now. She senses that it's now or never, especially after his last words before leaving her apartment filled her with fear - the fear of losing him, someone she never wants to be without. With trepidation, she cautiously entered his apartment and punched in the passcode, only to be startled by what she saw. His entire family was gathered in the living room, causing her to gulp nervously at the sight. His mother caught sight of her and motioned for her to join them, saying, "Alessia dear, come sit with us." Nervously, she obliged, making her way towards the group and settling down beside his mother on the couch. "How are you, my dear?" his mother asked, to which she managed a strained smile, replying, "I'm fine, aunty. How are you, aunty?" Hearing her words, his mother responded, "I'm good, dear. So, how is Anya doing?" As the words left his mother's mouth, she smiled and said, "She is good, and sleeping in her room." His mother nodded her head in response. She slightly glanced at him, but worry filled her as he didn't even mistakenly turned towards her direction. His behavior hurt her deeply, and she knew she was the one who is completely wrong in this situation. She sighed, planning to tell him everything after his parents left, but her frown deepened when she saw unfamiliar elderly individuals and a young woman. She had never seen them before. Her thoughts came to a halt when she heard his mother speak, but what she heard shattered her heart into pieces. "She is Riya, she is the one who is getting married to my son," In that moment, her world stopped. She snapped her head towards him, only to find that he still didn't look at her. His behavior broke her heart even more. How could he marry another woman when they both loved each other? Her eyes welled up with tears as she wondered how he could do this to her. His behavior towards her is like a million knives piercing her heart. It feels as if he is mercilessly crushing her soul with his actions. She loved him wholeheartedly and trusted that he would always be there for them. She willingly gave herself to him, believing that his touch was filled with love. But now, how could he do this? She cannot fathom that everything they shared could be fake. She knows deep down that he truly loved her, even though she never disclosed the full truth to him. Worried about the situation, Alessia turned towards his mother and said, "Aunty, I came here because I forgot to ask him about Anya's medicine. He purchased it yesterday and I need to get it from him." Her voice quivered as she spoke, likely due to the pain in her throat, and she desperately tried to hold back tears. She didn't want to cry in front of anyone. Upon hearing this, his mother nodded and asked him to retrieve the medicines. He headed inside the room to get them, and Alessia, seeing this, quickly interjected, "Aunty, wait, I'll go and get them with him." His mother nodded, and those around her watched as she anxiously walked towards his room. She entered his room, and found him desperately rummaging through his desk drawer for medicine. Approaching him, she confronted him with a tense voice, "What is going on here, Ryan?" Despite her anger, he completely ignored her and continued his search. In a desperate move, she grabbed his shoulder and forcefully turned him towards her, demanding an answer. "I asked you something, Ryan!" Her voice rose slightly, filled with concern and unease. However, his face remained indifferent, showing no signs of emotion. She clenched her jaw and pressed on, unable to contain her anxiety any longer. "Are you seriously going to marry that girl, even after everything that has happened between us?" Her voice trembled in the last sentence, as she anxiously awaited his response. But he remained silent, leaving her without any answers. Her lips quivered with fear as she desperately pleaded with him, her voice filled with worry. "Ryan, please don't do this to me. I'm sorry I kept things from you, but I beg you to listen to me just once." She held onto his hand tightly, hoping he would finally give her a chance to confess the truth about what had happened. But his next words startled her, making her even more anxious. "It's not like it's anything new for you, so why are you acting all weird?" he said, leaving her completely baffled by his words. She furrowed her brows, her worry evident, and asked him, "What are you saying?" His response, accompanied by a chuckle, shook her to the core. "I mean, what happened between us shouldn't be a big deal for you, so why are you bringing it up and questioning me?" As his words sank in, her heart raced with unease. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. Was he insinuating that what they shared meant nothing to him and that he assumed she had simply given herself to him without any genuine love? Tears filled her eyes as she realized how lowly he thought of her. She swallowed hard, attempting to hold back her tears, and mustered the courage to say, "Ryan, you've got it all wrong. I truly love you." She stared into his eyes as a single tear rolled down her cheek. He chuckled hearing her and wiped away the single tear that had fallen from her eyes. With a cruel tone, he asked "Are you saying the same thing to everyone you've slept with, Aly?" Hearing these cruel words, her world came to a halt. She couldn't believe what she had just heard from him. Is he really implying that she is a pr..ostitute? She had heard people say this about her before, but never did she imagine that the love of her life would say such things to her. Her tears now poured uncontrollably from her eyes, and she let go of his hand that she had been gripping tightly. She had no energy left in her body after hearing his words. He saw her staring at him with wide, hurt eyes, and he coldly said, "What happened now? The truth hurts, Aly." Saying this, he forcefully gripped her shoulders and pulled her into his chest. "Why do you bring up that thing that happened between us as if it's your first time and it means so much to you?" Each and every word he spoke felt like a brutal attack on her dignity and purity. "It's almost as if you've never been touched before, even though I know that's not true. Other men have touched you, just like I did yesterday." How could he think so poorly of her? His words made her feel cheap and used, as if her worth had been completely diminished. "Why are you behaving as if you are a virgin, when in reality you have a daughter and don't even know who the father is?" he said cruelly. His every word was like a dagger, piercing her heart mercilessly. Heartbroken and devastated, she couldn't bear the cruel words that were tearing her apart. Each sentence felt like a dagger piercing her spirit, making her question her own existence. It was as if her very soul was being crushed mercilessly, leaving her feeling empty and lifeless. Seeing her silent tears streaming down her face, he deliberately spoke words that he knew would strike her at her weakest point. "Where I touched you yesterday has been touched by many men before?" hearing his vile words, she lowered her head in despair and tightly shut her eyes. In this moment, she would rather die than continue to listen to his heartless remarks. He was systematically demolishing her self-respect and dignity with every vulgar sentence he spoke. She desperately bit her lip, trying to suppress the loud sobs that threatened to escape her mouth. Feeling his hands clutch her shoulders with an iron grip, she could hear his disgusting words being whispered into her ear "The place where I had f****d you, it's been screwed, screwed and used by many other men. Am I right, Aly?" The anguish in her heart intensified as she squeezed her eyes shut tightly, clenching her mouth with both palms, desperately trying to muffle her sobs. He witnessed her devastating tears, causing a tightness in his jaw as he uttered words that pierced her soul with cruelty. "Are you getting paid by the men who burried themselves between your legs?" he callously asked. As his vile full words echoed in her ears, she found herself unable to bear another second in his presence. With all her strength, she forcefully broke free from his embrace and sprinted towards the exit. But before she could reach it, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her back into his arms. Her back pressed against his chest as he whispered in her ear, tauntingly remarked, "Yesterday was more than satisfying, Aly..." He pressed a cold peck on her cheek, causing a loud sob to escape from her trembling lips. Desperate to escape, she pulled away from him and ran out of his room, not caring about the people in his house who were watching her. She entered inside her apartment and locked the door before sliding on the door, consumed by a wave of uncontrollable tears. The weight of everyone's hurtful words felt unbearable, but it was his words that cut deepest. She never expected him to say such cruel things. With her hands pressed firmly against her mouth, she desperately tried to quiet her loud sobs. The realization burned inside her - if she had known he thought of her as a prostitute, she would never have let him touch her. Pressing her trembling hands against her face, she cried in utter despair. The thought of ending it all briefly flickered in her mind, but before she had a chance to fully process it, a soft cry pierced the air. "Mommy..." Trembling, she looked up hearing her daughter's voice, and what she witnessed in front of her shook her to the very depths of her being.