THE DAY EVERYTHING CHANGED
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CHAPTER THREE
Jordan's POV
The iron gates of the Bronks estate parted slowly as the car approached.
I watched the mansion through the tinted window, my expression unreadable.
Four years.
Four years, yet nothing had changed.
The fountain still stood proudly in the center of the driveway, its crystal-clear water glistening beneath the afternoon sun. The perfectly trimmed hedges lined the entrance exactly as I remembered. Every flower bed, every marble pillar, every polished window remained untouched by time.
Everything was exactly where it had always been.
Everything...
Except me.
The car came to a gentle stop beneath the grand entrance.
Before the driver could open my door, the mansion doors swung open.
The butler stepped forward first, followed by rows of servants who stood neatly on either side of the entrance.
"Welcome home, Young Master."
Their voices rose together.
Some smiled warmly.
Others simply lowered their heads respectfully.
An elderly housemaid caught my attention.
Mrs. Agnes.
She had worked for our family since before I was born.
Her eyes shimmered with tears she tried hard to hide.
"It's good to have you home again, Young Master," she whispered.
For the first time since arriving...
A small smile touched my lips.
"It's good to see you too, Mrs. Agnes."
She looked relieved, almost as though she had been afraid I wouldn't remember her.
Some people deserved to be remembered.
She was one of them.
The warmth of the moment lasted only a second.
"Jordan..."
A familiar voice called my name.
I looked up.
My mother hurried down the marble steps.
Gone was the composed woman I had seen during countless video calls.
Right now...
She was simply my mother.
The moment she reached me, she wrapped both arms around me tightly.
"So you've finally come home," she whispered.
Her voice trembled.
I stood still.
For a brief second, I forgot how to respond.
It had been a long time since anyone had hugged me like this.
Slowly, I returned the embrace.
"I've missed you too, Mother."
She pulled back just enough to look at me.
Her eyes searched my face carefully.
"You've become thinner."
A faint chuckle escaped me.
"You always say that."
"Because it's always true."
For the first time in years...
I laughed.
Only a little.
But it was real.
"I've prepared all your favorite meals," she continued, gently brushing invisible dust from my jacket. "You must stay where I can see you for a while."
"I'll try."
She smiled through watery eyes.
"My son..."
The warmth between us disappeared as another voice echoed from the staircase.
"Jordan."
Father.
He descended the stairs with the same calm authority I remembered.
His suit was immaculate.
His posture flawless.
He stopped a few steps away.
Far enough to keep his distance.
"Welcome back."
No hug.
No handshake.
No questions.
Just two words.
I met his eyes.
"I'm back."
Silence settled between us.
The servants quietly lowered their heads, pretending not to notice the tension.
"I trust your studies were successful," Father finally said.
"They were."
Another silence.
Business.
It had always been easier for him than emotion.
Before either of us could speak again, another voice joined the conversation.
"It's wonderful to finally have everyone together again."
My stepmother descended the staircase gracefully.
Elegant as always.
A gentle smile rested on her lips.
"Welcome home, Jordan."
She gave me a brief embrace.
Polite.
Measured.
The kind one offered an honored guest.
Not a son.
"Thank you," I replied.
"I hope America treated you well."
"It taught me many things."
Her smile remained.
"I've no doubt."
Footsteps echoed behind her.
Someone clapped slowly.
Once.
Twice.
Three times.
I didn't have to turn around to know who it was.
Chris.
"My little brother has finally returned."
His smile was as charming as ever.
The kind that convinced strangers he couldn't possibly have a cruel thought.
Only I knew better.
"It's been a long time," he said, extending his hand.
I looked at it briefly before shaking it.
"It has."
He studied me for a moment before grinning.
"I almost didn't recognize you."
"People change."
"They do."
His smile never reached his eyes.
Neither did mine.
A pair of heels clicked softly against the marble floor.
A young woman walked toward us with effortless confidence, her designer dress and expensive jewelry making it clear she had grown up surrounded by wealth.
She slipped her arm through Chris's.
"So this is Jordan."
Chris nodded.
"My brother."
She looked at me for a moment.
Long enough to notice.
Not long enough to stare.
There was no mockery in her eyes.
Only curiosity.
"So..."
She smiled politely.
"You're the famous Jordan Bronks."
"I wouldn't call myself famous."
"No?"
She tilted her head slightly.
"I've heard quite a lot about you."
"I'm sure you have."
She smiled again, though something about it suggested she understood there were two sides to every story.
Chris gently placed a hand on hers.
"My fiancée, Vanessa."
"A pleasure," I said.
"And you."
The conversation ended there.
Thankfully.
I wasn't interested in pretending we were one happy family.
"Everyone's waiting in the dining room," Father announced.
"We'll continue this over dinner."
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Dinner was exactly as I expected.
Beautiful table.
Expensive food.
Heavy silence.
No one spoke unless necessary.
The only sounds came from silverware against porcelain.
Father finally placed his fork down.
"The wedding is tomorrow."
I didn't look up.
"I know."
"The Crystal family has completed the arrangements."
"I know."
He studied me carefully.
"You have no objections?"
I met his gaze.
"Would they change anything?"
The room fell silent.
Even Chris stopped eating.
Father held my gaze for several seconds.
Then...
"No."
I gave a single nod.
"Then I have none."
Mother's fingers tightened around her glass.
She knew me well enough to understand.
Agreement wasn't acceptance.
It was exhaustion.
"I'll meet her tomorrow," I said calmly.
"Until then..."
I rose from my seat.
"If you'll excuse me."
No one stopped me.
I walked upstairs, each step carrying me farther from the conversation.
Farther from the family I no longer knew how to belong to.
My bedroom door creaked softly as I pushed it open.
Nothing had changed.
The shelves.
The desk.
The books.
Even the framed photographs remained exactly where I'd left them.
Time had stood still inside this room.
My eyes settled on one photograph resting beside the bed.
A family portrait.
Smiling faces.
A happier time.
I stared at it for a long moment before gently turning the frame face down.
Some memories were easier to carry when I didn't have to look at them.
I walked toward the window.
Night had already settled over the city.
Tomorrow...
I would marry a woman I had never met.
I didn't know what kind of person she was.
Whether she wanted this marriage.
Or whether she hated the idea as much as I did.
All I knew...
Was that neither of us had been given a choice.
And somehow...
That was the only thing we already had in common.
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